by Patrice Clarkson | Dec 18, 2018 | Poetry
The fight is on Foes look eye to eye No backing down No clowning round. Serious words uttered Marching feet make The ground shutter. The sun looks dim Trying to hide behind Dark clouds that weep within. No winners allowed Only brave hearts move forward No matter the...
by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 23, 2014 | My Musings
Death, killed and died Did no wrong, we cry We cry. Makes no sense Why, why Why? Death, death No reason why No sane reason why. ~ Patrice My condolences to the family, the friends of Cpl. Nathan Cirillo and Warrant Officer Patrice Vincent They served with courage and...