C R Clark Poems

Many times when I’m alone, I dream of when we used to go
With sandwiches, out to the lake and watch the people swim
We’d laugh and play for hours, games with little meaning
Until the day had faded, then we’d pack and head for home
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We rose that day, no power at all
The whole county stymied from ice and snow
The central heat, though gas, no good
For, without the “juice, ” it would not go
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Ain’t camped once this year
Ain’t had a single campfire
Something’s wrong with that
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My wife keeps a feeder for her dear hummingbirds
Outside our window it hangs in the shade
Hummers refresh themselves sunup till dark
They sip and they slurp that red hummer kool aid
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From somewhere deep within my being
The shadow of desperation harbors doubt
And my usual optimism is shaken
But, I pray, it is still intact
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Icy crystals cling
Branches glimmer in the sun
Winter’s masterpiece
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I had a dream and you were there
In lace, with flowers, in your hair
Your beauty shown and lit the place
A constant smile was on your face
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If I could paint a masterpiece
In portrait show my lady’s grace
As da Vinci in his finest hour
Attained in Mona Lisa’s face
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It’s just an old abandoned farmhouse
On a weedy, grown up moor
I suspect that it has stood there
For a century or more
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In the land of thermal waters, many moons ago
When streams in virgin forests, yet with crystal water flowed
Before the Europeans came from lands so far away
And vowed to conquer for their king, this new land they would claim
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