C R Clark

Rookie - 1 Points (1946 / Arkansas)

C R Clark Poems

1. The Hunt 2/2/2008
2. Springtime Meadow 2/2/2008
3. Shaking The Boat 2/2/2008
4. There's A Land God Has Promised Those That Serve Him 2/2/2008
5. The Times They'Re Always Changing 2/15/2008
6. Thunder Rolz (Haiku) 3/14/2008
7. Perfect Camo (Haiku) 3/14/2008
8. Seems Natural To Me To Be Drawn To The Wild 3/7/2008
9. I Revel In This Moment 3/16/2008
10. The Dark Horse Is Joe T 3/21/2008
11. For The Good Of Mortal Man 3/21/2008
12. Quick Retorts 3/22/2008
13. Old Dobber 4/19/2008
14. Me And Lew 4/19/2008
15. Ph, To Me 5/2/2008
16. I Search For My Love 5/16/2008
17. Odie Bought The Farm 5/24/2008
18. Salvation Is Forever 5/24/2008
19. The Demon’s Embrace 5/31/2008
20. Switches, Pop, And Persimmon Rockets 6/20/2008
21. Simpler Times 7/6/2008
22. The Monarch 3/22/2008
23. We Valentines 2/13/2008
24. Smiling Eyes 2/15/2008
25. Solitude 3/7/2008
26. Success 2/23/2008
27. Dee, The Young Master’s Mare 3/16/2008
28. Little Dude’s Treasure 4/18/2008
29. Knave Of The Watery World 4/18/2008
30. In Stealth I Sit, In Forest Deep 5/9/2008
31. Bethel’s Redemption 5/2/2008
32. The Assault On The Innocents 5/3/2008
33. Coco 3/7/2008
34. Winona 2/23/2008
35. Girls Look Great In Camo 2/11/2008
36. Tornado 2/16/2008
37. Marbles (Circa '54) 2/2/2008
38. Illumination 3/14/2008
39. Testimony 3/28/2008
40. Great Day On The Stand 4/25/2008
Best Poem of C R Clark

.come Lord Jesus, Take Me Home

Originally written as a song, tune: Joan Baez, All my trials Lord, soon be over

This earthly life has got me down
When I get home, I’ll wear a crown
Come, Lord Jesus, take me home

God has promised me in his word
Eternal life through my risen Lord
Come, Lord Jesus, take me home

I’ve not yet seen it, but I’ve been told
Heaven’s streets are paved with gold
Come, Lord Jesus, take me home

Holy Spirit leads I know he’s right
He comforts me both day and night
Come, Lord Jesus, take me home

When life on earth has come and gone
I’ll live in ...

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Hog Killing Time

It always happened in the fall of the year
When the temperature dropped and left a chill in the air
We’d pile fire wood round the old wash pots
Fill ‘em up with water and get it real hot
The hog was stuck while still in the pen
Then hoisted up and laid on a sled
With a horse or tractor we’d pull’m on up
As near as we could to the hot wash pots
We’d cover‘m with tow sacks to hold in the heat

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