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Grass Grows Up

May 1, 2019

Baby Robins ~ Photo by Patrice

Grass grows up
From falling spring rain
As nutrients blend
Into earth parched cold
From winter’s freezing reign.

Optimistic and hopeful
Flowers bud
Unfurl
To warm sun rays.

Babies of all kinds born
Guarded lovingly by
Mothers, fathers working tirelessly
Feeding open mouths
Sometimes hard to attain.

Spring has come
The air is full
With a sweet, melodic refrain.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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Sweet Water Greets

April 12, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Hummingbird and Feeder ~ Photo by Patrice

Sweet water greets those flying from the south
A long time since said goodbye
Now spring beckons them to our house
Heavy, sweet ruffled feathers
Shook out to contain some heat
Refilled from drinking that that’s sweet.

Tiny and big spring flowers bloom
Holding up their coloured petals
To the sun and to the moon
Sweet nectar deep inside
Lavish feast for who knows where it resides
Hovering there in spring.

Welcome back my little summer friends
Who harrow spring and winter’s end
Let summer too be about to begin
Trust your journey was a easy ride
On currents blowing up
On south’s humid tide.

We’ll share the warm summer’s breeze
You’ll drink sweet water
Til leaves begin to fall
Then on currents you’ll fly away
Drinking sweet water on your way
Back to a warm, south southern day.
~ Patrice

Pink Flower ~ Photo by Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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Aggy Died Five Years Ago Today

March 12, 2018

Aggy died five years ago today.

Such a sweet and gentle soul who never rose to lofty heights in the sport
chosen for her

Schutzhund 01 ~ Aggy

Hers was not a career of high scores, trophies and trials won

Schutzhund 02 ~ Aggy

She didn’t want that.
It was not in her nature even though her breeding said she should excel.
She didn’t see the sense in it.

 

Aggy Sleeping _ Photo by Patrice

She did see sense in love, hugs, play and snuggles. The highlight of her day was cuddles on the sofa between myself and my husband. In between us so that she could sniff, touch his hair, be near him. She adored him.
He only saw our rottie, Ursa.

 

Her and I had history. I was the one who insisted she train,
keep working in the sport, live up to what was expected of her. Patrice & Aggy competition of her BH Even when she let me know without any doubt how she felt.
She held a grudge in this, she always remembered and didn’t think I should forget either.

 

Aggy loved the strong, handsome type of guy.
And that would be Kado, the big, gentle Cane Corso around the corner.

Kado ~ Photo by those who loved him

To go over to Kado’s home, hang out, play in his backyard,
race around the pond was so much enjoyment for her.
Even then, she got shortchanged.

Kado had eyes only for Ursa.
She would watch them play, Kado going into the pond,
retrieving a toy then coming out and giving it to Ursa. They’d play with it and then they would do it all over again.
Aggy would try and attract his attention, get him to notice her.
He never did that I saw.
In this, she never held a grudge or blamed Ursa.
They were best friends, confidants, kennel mates, soulmates. Patrice, Aggy and_Ursa ~ Self-portrait

Five years ago on this day, there was no hope, no cure,
no medication to reverse the outcome.
Aggy was true to her nature, her way of doing things,
no matter what others thought how she should act.

Her attitude that day as my husband tried to say goodbye,
spend time with her alone, you could see her saying,
“You didn’t have time for me when I wanted you too, forget it now!” Aggy

 

And then with her characteristic determination, she headed for the truck.
Her jaw set, her focus clear. I could hear her say,
“Lets get this over with before I change my mind”. 

Sitting in the back of the truck, my husband driving,
her focus, I believe was on what was to come.
She sat, watched the countryside past.
I cried, reached back and tried to comfort her.
She paid no attention.  Aggy & Patrice on her 1st Day ~ Photo by JohnWhen the time came, she was her dear sweet, gentle, brave, stoic self.
I sobbed. She kept herself in control. No emotion.
Tough.
Just as the death sentence took over, she looked up to the sky.
Watching something high over my shoulder.
I was afraid to look back, to see what she was seeing.
A quiet calmness came over her, her rigidity was gone.
She was gone.

Loving ~ Photo by Jennifer Clark

I brought her collar home.
Ursa held her head up, her neck outstretched waiting for me to put it on her.
I did. I sobbed and held her close.
We mourned our friend, our loved one together.

 

Aggy, you taught me much.
You taught me to stick to my beliefs
Follow my heart despite all those who believe they know what is best for me
Never waver, never lose hope
Speak your mind, no matter the consequences, you will survive
And above all,
Love unconditionally

Our AggyAggy, sweet Aggy
I love you, love you still,
Unconditionally.
~ Patrice  

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

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There Was A Time When We Were Old

December 16, 2016

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Old Farm ~ photo by Patrice

There was a time when we were old
We’d laugh and cry as life did unfold
No remorse for things gone by
Only clamour for a sweet
Haunting lullaby.

Ancient wrinkles on a child’s face
Laughing, crying filled with grace
No honour lost, no rushing pace
No deadline met, only loving grace
Masking love on a loving face.

In a time gone by we may have met
Laughed and cried, no heartache wept
What a wondrous thing
When we were young and therefore old
In a time when we spun together
Treasures made of gold.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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Sweet Water Greets

April 29, 2015

Hummingbird and Feeder ~ Photo by Patrice

Sweet water greets those flying from the south
A long time since said goodbye
Now spring beckons them to our house
Heavy, sweet ruffled feathers
Shook out to contain some heat
Refilled from drinking that that’s sweet.

Tiny and big spring flowers bloom
Holding up their coloured petals
To the sun and to the moon
Sweet nectar deep inside
Lavish feast for who knows where it resides
Hovering there in spring.

Welcome back my little summer friends
Who harrow spring and winter’s end
Let summer too be about to begin
Trust your journey was a easy ride
On currents blowing up
On south’s humid tide.

We’ll share the warm summer’s breeze
You’ll drink sweet water
Til leaves begin to fall
Then on currents you’ll fly away
Drinking sweet water on your way
Back to a warm, south southern day.
~ Patrice

Pink Flower ~ Photo by Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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Nothing Hurts

April 28, 2015

Chickadee on feeder ~ photo by Patrice

Nothing hurts nor contains
I will sing a sweet, melodious refrain.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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Dear Sweet Ursa

October 17, 2014

My Ursa and me ~ Photo by us

Dear sweet Ursa is about to pass
Her love, her life has been such a large part
Of my life, my heart.

Don’t want her to go, she can’t stay
Her body’s broken
No more run, no more play.

My heart too is broken, shattered apart
Breaking to lose
This loving, loyal little rott.

I must let her go, let her pass
Her heart, her soul shall rest at last
With those already gone, already pasted.

I love you so, so hard to let go
I must, I must but this I know
You’ll live now forever
Deep inside my heart, beside my soul.
~Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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