by Patrice Clarkson | Aug 30, 2017 | My Musings, Poetry
Looking up to the sky Looking for the answer The reason why The solid earth beneath my feet Radiates love Leaving no room For defeat. My mouth says words Needed to be said My hands hold Thankfulness for all I see And for the ground On which I tread Here, alongside...
by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 12, 2011 | Poetry
Broken pieces brought forth Build again but of studier stock To hold, withstand the mighty force That almost brought us to our knees. Stumble up, take a hold Let go all thoughts of defeat. Stand tall, be proud, be serene For you have defeated The awful regime. ~...