My freedom depends on my creativity.
~ Patrice
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My Freedom
August 25, 2011
Be The Best I Can
August 24, 2011
Be the best I can. Nurture, understand and be there for those I love and care for.
~ Patrice
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Merrily We Dance
August 23, 2011Merrily we dance about
Never giving thought
To what’s gone and
Done this day to be.
We will not see
Our destiny
Only that which
God lets us see.
Enough it is
No more need be
For we dance about
Merrily.
– Patrice
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Lily Passed In The Night
August 22, 2011Lily passed in the night
She did not make it
To the morning light.
Her little body
Moves no more
No hummingbird
To feed, no more.
God’s creatures live to be
And we are blessed
To know and see
For even just a little while.
Go now on our way
And think of her
When hummers hum
And wonder how
She came to be
On the road where
We found she.
Thu sad it be all for now
We shared in magic
For just a little, little while.
~ Patrice
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Lily
August 21, 2011Lily came into our lives this afternoon. I am calling her Lily for the woman that found her lying on the road. They moved her to the side, onto the grass, hoping for the best for her.
Lily is a hummingbird. We believe that she is mature enough to have left the nest but is still unable to fly. We don’t know where her nest is, whether she was struck by a car or how she came to be lying on the road. But there she was. With the help of the ladies that found her, we first tried to put her on a rail fence, where if she was a young immature hummingbird, her mother could find her. She was so weak that she fell to the ground. It was obvious she would soon die and could not survive on her own. What choice but to bring her home?
Lily when first found.
We got a box, lined it with paper towel and a soft cloth. Put some water and sugar mixture in a dish then in a syringe to feed her. She just lay there. I covered her up, hoping to keep her warm leaving only her head out.
Lily getting fed and keeping warm
Carefully I dropped the water mixture onto her beak one drop at a time,. The drop would hang from her beak, she would not move. Then I saw it become smaller, smaller, her throat was swallowing! Another drop, again it disappeared and another! She was drinking! Her eyes opened, she blinked and became alert.
Water drop on her beak
At around 4:00, she decided that she didn’t need a cover and refused to stay under. She climbed up the side of the box as far as she could. Height is everything. Still if she fell she would lay on her back and not be able to get up. She would exercise her wings and have a drink when offered most times.
Sitting on the side of the box
Lily spent her evening on the coffee table, watching football from the vantage point of a twig roost in the box. Having a sip once in awhile.
Lily watching football
What tomorrow brings, we are not sure. The hope is to reunite her with her mother, but where is the nest? Should we keep her until she can fly?
It has been suggested that if we put her outside where other hummingbirds can see her and she them, that they will give her the incentive to fly.
I plan on calling wildlife rescue, our vet and hope to get her safely on her way soon.
Any constructive suggestions would greatly be appreciated.
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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We Are Here
August 20, 2011
Feeling Strong, Feeling Good
August 19, 2011
Feeling strong
Feeling good.
May the power of the moment
Propel me into future strife
With the strength
To make it good.
~ Patrice
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Misery Is Suppressed
August 18, 2011Misery is suppressed and replaced by endless joy.
~ Patrice
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Light And Airy
August 17, 2011Light and airy is the life
That comes and goes
Between the strife.
Snugly warm, cozy near
Bringing dreams
To fruition clear.
Make it mine, make it dear
This life I’ve embraced
With mounting fear.
Not knowing truly if
I do believe in a life of joy
Where I can succeed.
~ Patrice
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Deadlines
August 16, 2011
Deadlines to be met.
Deadlines
To be worked out.
Deadlines in your mind
In your agenda.
Deadlines to be set.
Deadlines on your
‘To Do’ list.
Deadlines
To be accomplished
Ignored or striven for.
Deadlines.
What are yours?
Are they wonderful
Or hideous?
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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