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 me or it may not appeal to me, but that has NOTHING to do with whether or not it is good. For whatever its worth, that's my philosophy on poetry. I do have a personal website that I would invite anyone to visit and comment on. My website is; www.poeticoutdoors.com
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
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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
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Way back in the mountain and beyond bread creek
Where muscadines hang from the hardwood trees
The coyotes howl all through the night
And backbones tingle when the catamount cries.
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A lonely man in the midst of a crowd
Is the loneliest man of all
If only he could forget his pride
He could make friends of them all
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The sky was clear that autumn day
A dried out pile of brush
Had needed burning for quite some time
But there’d never been a rush
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