Let me hear the wind blow
the seas be free
to journey across the ocean
to
you
to me
Let us never again be apart
we’ll be
one love
one
heart
A smile will be the same
for
you
for me
Our laugh will echo
for all eternity
and
hand-in-hand
together
we’ll be.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson.
You feel close to me
I feel
close to you
Together
Down thru history
we will travel
We two.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2026
I have heard
and
know
I have to be
the sweetest person
I ever can be.
Why?
you ask
Why
this has to be?
Cause the Creator
says
this is best for the world
and
of course
little
old me.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2023
A sentimental journey
I have taken
today
down the old path
into history’s
yesterday
Reliving things
from the past
some I wish
I didn’t remember
of
that time
yesterday
Then I hear
the call
the call I heard
too
on that day
yesterday
Telling me
I’m on a journey
I need to relive
not only
yesterday
But
today
to know where
I’ve come from
where
I travelled
To bring me
here
all the way
from
yesterday.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2026
I hear you call
I see you
fly
you don’t know
I exist
and
truthfully, neither do I
We fly through our life
we laugh, we cry
but
are we really here
are
we alive?
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2026
Two years ago yesterday, my friend, Patsy passed away.
She had a lifelong disability that made walking stilted and slow. But that didn’t stop her! Oh no, she walked miles for years. Even walked to town for her groceries. Sometimes someone drove her home but if they didn’t, she walked back with her groceries!!! And it’s a 20 minute drive on a good day on a dirt road with steep, STEEP hills.
As she got into her 70’s, it became more difficult for her to go far. There came a time when she could only make it to our driveway, rest and go back home.
I put this chair out for her to rest. Sometimes she’d come on in and visit before heading home.
The chair goes out each year at this time. Just in case she’s on a little walk and needs a break.
Miss you Patsy – you were a special person 💖
Holding on, holding still
waiting for the world
to explain itself
when
we ask
the question
Why?
But
that question
answered
is nothing that’ll
stop
the world turning
no it won’t
But still. . .
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2026
I went back after several years, to the place where I grew up.
The place where I had many happy times and wonderful memories.
I was overwhelmed to see what time has done.
My Heart does break
My soul knows
The past has gone
It exists
No more.
Times remembered
Times
From long ago past
Have faded in my memory
But
I thought
They’d last and last.
The land has covered
Over
The lane we used to walk
Trees died
Their stark bodies bent
Cracking in the wind
While bushes have overgrown
Where happiness
Should’ve been.
Surrounded
By empty, barren fields
Flourishing weeds covering in
What used to be
Fertile land growing crops
That
Nurtured creatures
Way back then.
Only memories
Now
Only fading memories
Of what was but not now
Or
Ever again.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2023
Solely you are the one
solely
What will happen
when you
you’re all done?
Will someone else take over?
Will the job be gone
be done?
I don’t have the answers
I only know
that
Solely
solely you are the one.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2026
May the trees survive winter
Blossom in the spring
Sending forth life
Giving all, nourishing.
May the sun rise in the morning
Rest asleep at night
To come up the next morning
Bringing warmth, love
And fields of waving buttercup delight.
May the seeds dropped in fall
Spring, rise, growing tall
Spreading roots out for nourishment
Leaves reaching up, growing
Til the fall.
May the wind blow breezes
Both strong or gentle
And then not at all.
May they bring on currents
Moisture, rain to quench
The thirst of everyone
Everyone, everything and all.
May, may we live
May we live us all.
~ Patrice
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