C R Clark Poems

In a world of many wonders
I ne’er expect to see
A lass who’ll hold my fancy
As bountifully as thee
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Along the banks of Cyprus Creek
Where panthers prowl and “gators” creep
The murky water fairly teems
With cottonmouths and Cyprus knees
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The old man and the boy
Loved to go out to the woods
Collect rich pine and broken limbs
And assorted chunks of wood
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It’s very true that in myself
The virtue of patience is sadly want
So, Lord, I ask you grant to me
The gift of patience and if you please
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You gave me life, you gave me love
You were God’s gift from above
First to Dad, then to brothers, three
You were God’s first gift to me
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As a child I used to wonder
What the Rapture might really be
When I heard the old folks talk about it
It always frightened me
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Man is like a plot of land
That basks in God’s sunshine
Saturates itself in God’s rain
And nurtures life within itself
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Heads that shine are “oh so fine”
And mostly trouble free
No hair to fly when wind is high
They’re always slick and neat
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A wise man once told me, some years ago
When you feel a dilemma is so direly real
You should surely reflect on well founded facts
And do not rely on just how you feel
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We stopped beside the highway
And gazed at the old house
I told my wife, “That’s where I lived”
When I was just a little sprout
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