by Patrice Clarkson | May 17, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
The barking woke her with a start To a smoke filled room she must depart She knew that barking saved her life That awful, fateful night. Through the flames she did race Flying down the stairs with saving grace Outside on the lawn, there she realized The barking was...
by Patrice Clarkson | Dec 14, 2012 | My Musings, Poetry
He’d sit and watch the fire Stoke the flames As he listened to the game. I wonder what was his desire My Father. ~ Patrice Patrice Clarkson –...