I Want To Run The Hills Once Again

I want to run the hills once again

Feel the warm breath of the sun on my face
The cool breeze on my skin.

I want to run the hills, the hills
Once again.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Bright Beautiful, Sunny Day

A deer came by my window
She stopped. looked me in the eye
She flicked her tail, twitched her ear
As she listened for danger near by
Then on down the path she went
No longer seen by me
Disappearing into the woods
On this bright beautiful, sunny day.

A few minutes later as I was off to run
There she lay, mortally injured
Unable to run
She heard my voice, so near, so close
Her tail flicked, her ears twitched
She tried once again to run
But her eyes were closed
Nothing worked and there she lay
Dying slowly, dying
On this bright beautiful, sunny day.

A woman in a big Ram truck
Slowed up just to pass the time of day
Not seeming to notice
A deer dying, on the side of the road
Nor if I had called the police
I had, they came, they put her away
I heard the shot, saw her body twitch
I saw her die on the side the road
That deer who was outside my window
On this bright beautiful, sunny day.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

 

Once Again

Why does it happen
What will stop me
From a big cry
How did I let it come to this
Once again.

When will I understand
The process doesn’t need
To harbour all this doubt
Mistrust and anger
Once again.

Now I’ll step back looking at
All that has been
Refresh my mind knowing
I can conquer this and everything
Once again.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

Wondering, Wondering

Wondering, wondering
What has happened
What lies ahead
Wondering.

Know nothing
Can be changed
Nor improved upon
Still, still wondering.

Will it happen once again
Or be so different
From the past
I’m wondering, wondering.

No one knows for sure
Yet hopes
Assumes the best
While wondering, wondering.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

Happy Birthday Dear Sister

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Birthday dear sister
Happy Birthday
Once again my dear friend.

May the world be yours to enjoy
Your heart be filled
With treasures of happiness.

Happy Birthday dear sister
Once again.
~ Patrice

 

 

 

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014