C R Clark
C R Clark Poems
- .syble Each day she sits in a rolling chair Constrained by ...
- .come Lord Jesus, Take Me Home Originally written as a song, ...
- *mose And Bonnie Lee Way back in the mountain and beyond ...
- A Lonely Man A lonely man in the midst of a crowd Is the ...
- A Coffee And Hickory Nut Break The sky was clear that autumn ...
- .a Very Logical Answer (Poetic...
- A Forgotten Man His face was brown and wrinkled His clothes ...
Hello, my name is Richard Clark. My wife Elaine, and I have been married for 33 years. Between us we have three children, a girl and two boys, five grandchildren, one great-granddaughter and one great-grandson. I love my family, my Lord, my church and my country and I hope that my writing will reflect this. I like to consider myself an outdoorsman. I enjoy hunting, fishing, camping, or just exploring forest trails. I enjoy writing poetry about life's experiences. Most of my work will have something to do with family, Outdoor activities and remembering old times. I firmly believe that there is no such thing as a bad poem. Every poem means something to the person who wrote it. It may appeal to... more »
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Each day she sits in a rolling chair
Constrained by straps to avert a spill
Not knowing who or where she is
Not knowing those who love her still
Not knowing if it’s cold outside
Or if the sun does shine this day
Not knowing, since that awful time
Her memory was rudely swept away
Her day is filled with dull routine
Of nurses, pills, food, soft and flat
She cannot eat, so must be fed
Alzheimer’s toll is truly sad
But once she was young and full of life
She loved to laugh and play and sing
Walk barefoot through the meadow grass