by Patrice Clarkson | Dec 7, 2012 | Poetry
His mother was a beauty Stunning so they say He followed in her footsteps Most of the way. Thou modest and frugal He did manage to pay Homage to a father He knew not one day. A story so tragic Steeped in deceit Holds us captive and Creeps into our psyche So painful...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 11, 2011 | Poetry
Poppies grow On the hill Down the valley And across the road. No one knows How many bow Giving homage To those that fell. Giving their lives For us to be free Never once stopping Turning back round No, such brave ones Onward they’d go. I honor and bow To the...