“Mountain Top” by Barbara Clarke

Photos are all I have,
At times,
Of smiling familiar faces,
My family spread out,
I would travel often,
If I had the dime.


I would sleep in cars,
Trucks or tents,
Breathe in the air,
Of changing scenes,
Perhaps to escape,
This life, which makes no sense.


My favorite photo,
Is of my son,
Perched on a rock,
High on a mountain top,
With a happy smile,
On a day well done.



Barbara Clarke has been writing poetry since her teens. In the distant past, she had some poetry published in small press publications. It is just recently she is writing more again. Recently, she has had poetry accepted in The Golden Lantern.