Why are we here? Where did we come from? Where will we go?
Have we been here before?
All questions that have been asked for a extremely long time.
Does my dog, my cat or horse ask the same questions? Does the deer wandering thru the woods think of these things? Does the robin sitting on her nest of eggs?
I wonder…
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
The end of winter, Please be near. No more blizzards No more watching ‘up to their bellies’ deer. Just the soft trickle of springtime rain As it washes away winter rubbish once again. The chirp of robins hunting worms Green, green grass alongside blooming herbs. Yes, that’s what I am looking for, That’s what I need. So the end of winter, please, please, PLEASE! ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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