by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 3, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Golden leaves swaying On a November breeze Floating, cascading down Landing on soon to be Frozen, winter ground. Woods are silent, hushed, listening To the still quiet as a hunter lurks Waiting to kill in the midst Of golden leaves falling, raining down Upon barren,...
by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 5, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Oh Teddy Bear Green what have you seen? The ups and downs, the lows, the highs. Oh Teddy Bear Green what has become Of the love we knew when we were young? Oh Teddy Bear Green I held you close You held my heart. Oh Teddy Bear Green my secrets told To your listening...
