by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 26, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Wind blowing Hollering Thru the trees Breaking Smashing Everything it sees. Cruel Sparing none Blowing all night Til The morning sun. Devastation Greets the day All hard work All blown away. Nothing left But clean up Arrange And hold back Despair. Know The sun will...
by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 17, 2012 | Poetry
Wind blowing all around Trees falling Falling to the ground Crashing, smashing all around Terror where to hide Terror, terror must decide. Smashing, crashing Wind howling all around Hide in cover, don’t peek out Be it...