I heard the wild goose call
I heard her plaintive tone.
I bowed my head in honour
Of all those left
Left alone.
On the field of war and anger
In the battle
No one wins alone.
I heard the wild goose call
Come
Come bring your brave soldiers home.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I heard the wild goose call
I heard her plaintive tone.
I bowed my head in honour
Of all those left
Left alone.
On the field of war and anger
In the battle
No one wins alone.
I heard the wild goose call
Come
Come bring your brave soldiers home.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Confusion, despair
Don’t know
Which way to twist.
Fighting heartache
Fighting a vacuum
No air.
Survival is the call
Even if it may feel
Your back’s to the wall.
Stand true
Stand and know
There’s only one you.
You are the one
That’ll come thru
Brave, wonderful you.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I saw a hummingbird amongst snowflakes
Shattering life, no respite
Falling into spring cold and shivering
Hovering over brave blooms
As you come to make a summer home
In this land that has no way
To warm and comfort
On this cold spring day.
Fly south I’d say, then wait a day
Before braving storms to come back
To the land you can call
A summer home once more
Yes, I saw a hummingbird
Amongst snowflakes just today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Brave and Courageous
They stood on a hill
All together
They stepped forth with one will.
One assembled cars
While two tended farms
And another nursed the ill.
Honest and caring ruckus until
Obligation carried them on paths diverse
I remember still.
Their lives unsurpassed
In honesty, loving and caring
Working shoulder to shoulder
With family, friends and foe.
They may have passed
A long, long time ago
But I feel them still standing
Beside me here
On that same hill.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
NELSON MANDELA
July 18, 1918 – December 5, 2013
Nelson is dead
Can’t believe these words
I just have said.
A brave, courageous man
Lived a life to make it better
For all men.
I bow my head in reverence
Say a pray
For those left behind.
For you see there will never be
Another such great
And wondrous, loving man.
Rest in peace Nelson Mandela
You brave, courageous loving man.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
The barking woke her with a start
To a smoke filled room she must depart
She knew that barking saved her life
That awful, fateful night.
Through the flames she did race
Flying down the stairs with saving grace
Outside on the lawn, there she realized
The barking was still held captive there inside.
She flung herself at the door
To go back in and save
The barking not outside
But flames leapt out burnt her bad.
Then terror was in her eyes
As the barking ceased to be
She sobbed, she wept, she cried
Knowing, the barking just had died.
The barking saved her life that day
This she knows as she stares
At the scars of that frightening night
When the barking saved her soul
In a awful, awful frightening night.
Rest in peace dear brave, barking dog
You gave your life to save her life and
It will be remembered throughout all life
That brave, courageous barking dog
Who saved her life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
I saw a hummingbird amongst snowflakes
Shattering life, no respite
Falling into spring cold and shivering
Hovering over brave blooms
As you come to make a summer home
In this land that has no way
To warm and comfort
On this cold spring day.
Fly south I’d say, then wait a day
Before braving storms to come back
To the land you can call
A summer home once more
Yes, I saw a hummingbird
Amongst snowflakes just today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Today is a sad day
Full of memories and dreams
Caught amongst the reality
Of a death ever so serene.
His time had come
He wanted to leave
Not making it any easier
Just had to let him go.
Today is a sad day
Full of memories and dreams
A brave, courageous, loving guy
Died this day too long ago.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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 sacrifice they gave
As poppies bow silently
There, at their graves.
Brave men and women
Thank you, is all I can say
For what you have given
I honor you this and all days.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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