by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 4, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
A robin wings her way south Buffeting winds That may drive her off course Today undaunted She stays focused on her way Though wind, rain and snow She goes to the place Where the sun glows heat And where she stays Til its time once again To fly north With all her...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 29, 2011 | Poetry
Free and open space. That’s what I need. Feel the wind on my face In a free and open space. All distractions, lots of action In this free and open space . Inhale the air Feel the coolness in the breeze In a open, a free and open space Somewhere that I need....