Posts Tagged ‘squirrels’

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I Wonder, Wonder Where

March 4, 2020

Hanging Squirrel ~ Photo by Patrice

I wonder, wonder where
The squirrel at the feeder
Came from.

Where the sun was before
It shone in the sky.

When people thought
That they may fly.

What was said when
The mountains fell.

As a earthquake opened up
And shattered the ground.

I wonder, wonder where
The answers can be found.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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The Forest Blooms

May 31, 2016

Spring Flowering Plum ~ Photo by Patrice

The forest blooms with flowers gorgeous
Even in the middle of a dreary night
As light casts its rays across a pond
Reflexing joy in every way.

Suddenly I see a bee buzzing
On a flower right there, in front of me
Deer drink their fill and squirrels
Rack up miles running up and down
A tree’s woody trails.

All is well
Spring has come to this land
The forest blooms
While we prepare to be in the midst of this
That is so good, so grand.
~ Patrice

© Patric Clarkson – 2016

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Birds Singing

June 20, 2014

Robin Mother ~ Photo by Patrice

Birds singing in a far tree
Silent sun’s rays breaking thru hovering
Bee doesn’t know you or me.

Tree leans to the sun as squirrels
Scurry, gathering keys
Unlocking nothing for chipmunks scold
Cussing unknown foe hiding
Waiting for them to go.

Spring day starts lasting
Into summer sun
Join the crowd travel
With them til evening comes.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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The Morning Sun Rises

May 18, 2014

Rising Fiddle Head ~ Photo by Patrice

 

 

 

 

The morning sun rises
On a day that’s
My brothers Birthday!

Brightly shinning sun
Waving branches on a soft breeze
Delicate opening flower petals
Gently rolling water
Snacking squirrels
And a prancing baby fawn
They all say
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
To my brother on his Birthday.

Have a great day my brother
And may I say too
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
~ Patrice

 

 

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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Must Be Close To Spring

March 31, 2014

Winter Flower ~ Photo by Patrice

Must be close to spring
For squirrels are making out
On the deck railing.

Must be close to spring
For deer are eating
Sprigs of exposed grass
Instead of bark and things.

Must be close to spring
For redwing blackbirds sing
A lovely song of spring.

Must be close I’m hoping
To that wondrous season
Spring.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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