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Sometimes I Write

July 22, 2013

Sometimes I write
Sometimes I let it ride.

The blue sky, the green
As far as can be seen
Gives me something
Sometimes.

So sometimes I write
And sometimes
Sometimes I just let it ride.
~ Patrice

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Slowly, Softly The Fog Dissipates

May 28, 2013

Slowly, softly the fog dissipates
Leaving beneath me
A breathtaking land of
Oh so much rare beauty.

In this grand, lovely land
Is a dream where I could exist
Bringing to my life a magic
I shouldn’t nor can resist.

Come join me there
In this wonderland I love
Come be part of a world where
All is filled with wondrous love.
~ Patrice

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I Read The Old Ones

May 24, 2013

I read
The old ones
And believe
They were spun
By masters
Pass deceased.

They can see
All spread out
Far and wide
They can help me
Thru and be
The master here
Within my own
Small
Little destiny.
~ Patrice

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The Smell Of Lilacs Ebbs And Flows

May 23, 2013

The smell of lilacs ebbs and flows
Over my senses
Taking me back in time
When life was slow
And in pastures green
Children laughing, playing
Running past the stream.

Sweet scented lilacs are my time machine.
~ Patrice

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Brave Barking Dog

May 17, 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

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May The Day Be The Best

May 16, 2013

May the day be the best
May you have all you request
Happy Birthday!
Have a Happy Birthday Day
~ Patrice

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I Saw A Hummingbird Amongst Snowflakes

May 12, 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

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I Have Gotten Old And Grey

April 28, 2013

I have gotten old and grey
Wrinkles on my face display
Time has passed
And alas, that child
No longer runs and plays.

White hair cascades down my face
Leaving passing time to mark me
Full, I hope with grace
All this happening
With the passing of our time.

Our despair, our joyous care
Prepares us each and everyone
For this time when old and grey
See the life we lived
Full, each and every day.
~ Patrice