I have a little partner that always hangs around He helps me keep my two feet solid on the ground His eyes are wide open, he watches here and there People that approach me, please do so with careHis secret is well hidden in his soft little paws If you mess with me, out will come his claws I'm not trying to scare you but here's the deal Just giving you some caution, to you I do appeal
Some person took a swing at me, being angry and mean Kitty gave him a swipe back, leaving a bloody stream It's better you all know this from the very start This little guy has secured me in his smart little heart
Author Eileen Clark
My ink is drying up and my pen no longer writes smooth This just can't happen now, to many thoughts I will loose Fading away this old body, still more to write, to be heard My memories and precious images are becoming a bit blurred
My hand shakes, the paper gets wrinkled as I write so fast But I must write quickly while the thoughts in there still last Some verses, as I write I laugh, often things were very funny Then the sad things, my tears make the ink blurred and runny
So pass my writings down to every family child that arrives Never just store them away in some back room archives May the pages look well read, the corners torn and tattered It will be a way of telling me, to you my poems mattered
Author Eileen Clark
Image ~ tattered pages on a old book of poems – Google Search
I Have a calico cat very quiet and shy He disappears when my friends stop by
They tease and ask, does he meow or cry
Are we ever going to see this little guy
His toys are scattered around on the floor
I have padding on every corner and door When you are here in his invisible presence Things to know to make your visit pleasant
Sit still and be calm so he can get to know
His instincts will tell if you're friend or foe
He'll grab at your foot from under the couch
Then grab the other before you can say ouch
Time has passed and my cat’s doing well
He now wears a collar with a little bell
So when he hides he’s not so hard to find
Such a blessing cause he hides all the time
I don't let him out to play in the warm sun
It’s hard for I know he would have such fun
He bumps into chairs and walks into the wall
He doesn't know which way to go when I call
I've had my cat now for quite a few years When he leaves I will shed many tears He has been a handful but I don't mind
My precious little calico cat is totally blind.
Author Eileen Clark
Linen, the smell of fresh crisp clean white linen, You can't capture the smell of linen in a bottle though they try. When I think of linen, it's with a bitter sweet sigh, I think of my childhood memories of good times gone by.
Napkins, candles and table cloths, white with white design, Ready for Sunday dinner with aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents so fine, Pot roast, chicken, mashed potatoes and strawberry rhubarb pie. Linen, fresh clean memories, happy times gone by.
Life was livable and children were sweet and quiet and shy, Streets filled with bicycles and roller skates, marbles and jacks and kites in the sky. Air filled with sounds of horns and whistles, a baseball cracking off the tip of a bat, The shouts of children with laughter and glee, wonderment of all that.Running after the ice cream truck with a ringing bell, Cones and Eskimo pies, and Popsicles as well. Little girls secrets from boys they'll never tell, Linen, crisp linen, good memories, and oh such a fresh smell.
The front yards had white picket fences and trellises with climbing Tea Roses, Bachelor Buttons, Daisies and Hollyhocks, sweet aromas filled our noses. Pansies and Tulips, hear the soft sounds of humming bees. The back yards had bird houses posted to Willow, Oak, and Maple trees.
Robins and Bluebirds on branches hidden amongst the leaves, And always clothes lines and clothes pins gripping white linen sheets waving in the breeze. Crisp white clean linens spreading out against the blue sky, So many memories of wonderful times in my life gone by.
Author Eileen Clark
The night is very dark with a slight summer breeze, A shimmer of moon peeking through the branches of trees. I hear another’s footsteps in the distance from behind, Hopefully the owner is a person that’s very kind.
As I continue to walk further, a pounding in my heart, The moon gets brighter as the clouds start to part. I turn around as I hear the sound at a faster pace, Gleefully I shout as the moon lights up my brothers face.
She stands very tall, very strong, Her feet planted firmly in the ground. She could weather any storm, She did not waver in the strongest wind.
Her beauty was subtle, ever changing, Like the seasons, with the seasons. Her arms stretched out to hold up one’s in need, Her branches leafed out to shade others.
Now she’s old, wrinkled, knotted, Her limbs are twisted with pain. Oh Jehovah look, in your eyes she’s still standing, Hopefully forever to remain.
Let's go for a walk in the park, I insist, The weather is fine, it may be a bit brisk. Stuck my head out the door just to be sure, A bit of a breeze, nothing I can't endure.
Off we go, taking the dog and leaving the cat, I decide it would be fine not to wear my hat. This turned out to be a most memorable day, The so called slight breeze blew off my toupee!
Author Eileen Clark 2023
I can't believe what I'm hearing though no doubt it's true When I should expect the next train to be coming through Putting trust in the letters you wrote to me this past year I traveled hundreds of miles with not an ounce of fearTrying not to panic even though I don't see you waiting for me Dare I get off this train or stay on so I can return home safely Perhaps you were just a little late getting out your front door Giving it extra thought, we should have corresponded moreI think I let this go a bit to far, I must be insane Going back to reality and stay put on this train Having no friends or family living in this little town The chance after seeing me, you might turn me down
Just when I've decided to stay on the train I hear someone shout
Hey pretty lady I'm happy you came, seeing you gives me no doubt
A love can grow strong and lasting if only at first through the mail
At last your here, brought to me by train over many miles of rails
Author Eileen Clark 2023
Just one letter from you that's all I ask
I know our romance was way in the past
Strong promises you made before you left
A letter each week, you'd give me your best
They said you were among all the missing
I was told no more, it was a secret mission
If we had married like you wanted us too
A family I'd have, but just loneliness I brew
Everyone thinks I'm a foolish old lady
Possibly even a little bit kinda crazy
Truth be told life is stranger than fiction
I'm sticking with my one true conviction
Somewhere out there you might still be alive
With this thought every day is how I thrive From this little piece of land I'll never move
No better way my eternal love for you I prove
Author Eileen Clark 2023
Do you feel like this now that your old? Your fingers from arthritis do not unfold Your body temperature is always very cold The clothes in your closet not hung but rolled Food in your refrigerator is covered with mold You’ve been through hard times so anything of value you’ve sold Loss of hearing, the same things several times over your told Still when you talk, your way to loud, you spit and your bold The purses you carry, a foot locker they could easily hold You keep your money in the mattress instead of a billfold So how can it be said that these last years of yours are made of gold?
Are these your Golden Years?
Author Eileen Clark 2023
I saw two fat rabbits running fast on the other side of my fence
Because of the large size that they were, it didn't make any sense
We're in the middle of December so what is it that they eat I feed the birds and squirrels and know nothing of rabbits treats
I see many rabbits eating grass around my house in the summer Finding something to eat throughout the winter must be a bummer
So I did some reading and also lots of researching on the internet
Not having food in the winter for wild rabbits is not a real threat
My home is surrounded by woods and very large fields
Much to my surprise what rabbits eat my land yields
There are plenty of bushes with buds twigs and tree bark
So I'm pleased to be calling it, The Clark Rabbit Park
Author Eileen Clark 2023
Photo by Eileen Clark
The words to describe this long trying dreary day Could be cloudy gloomy dismal and very very gray It's damp here in the house, cold and raining out
A day one could stay in bed, of this I have no doubtSlipping under my covers hoping it will be better in the morning I knew the rain had turned to sleet hitting hard was enough warning Weather like this I've seen before, I'm sure I'll wake up to a freeze
The barometer on my porch shows it's dropping below zero degrees
In the morning my room was bright even through closed drapes A dazzling scene of iced bushes and trees in shimmering shapes Branches were bending and crackling in a slight brisk breeze
Icicle chimes were playing some enchanting winter symphonies
Jack Frost is never heard or seen, But you can tell just where he's been For while your fast asleep at night
He paints the world a sparkling white
His freezing fingers in a trice Turn every puddle into ice Window panes those fingers trace
Fine twinkling patterns just like lace
On silken webs some spiders spun Jack Frost hangs crystals just for fun You can't see jack Frost this is true But he can still reach out to you
So wrap up warm, please take my tip Or you'll feel Jack Frost's icy grip
Author Jillian Harker
Can't you see the big snow flakes coming down The wind is blowing the snow on frozen ground Sitting at the door are you wanting to go out How loud the word no do you want me to shout
It's piling up real fast making big snow banks Staying in this warm house you should give thanks One paw out that door and you would quickly disappear Wait until the Mr. plows a path to make the way clear
Please stop fussing while I wrap you in this warm sweater And you may not like it but this hat makes it even better Your the one snow cat that wants to go out in this blizzard It sure would make me happy if you would just reconsider
Author Eileen Clark 2022
The squirrel will dig a hole deep into the ground Making sure no onlooking predators are around They will dig very deep to hide their nuts and berries Then zig zagging up a tree fast as their legs can carry
The constant moving of their bushy tails often attracts So that running pattern confuses all the dogs and cats Keep those feeders filled when the temperature gets low Squirrels won't have to dig for their stash in the snow
A great deal of time is spent digging, chasing and eating Fall is busy preparing for winter they'll soon be greeting Take some time to notice the antics of the silly squirrel A whole new interesting activity in your life will unfurl
Author Eileen Clark 2022
There is a two-letter word that perhaps has more meanings than any other two-letter word, and that is “UP”
It’s easy to understand UP, meaning toward the sky or at the top of the list, but when we awaken in the morning, why do we wake UP?
At a meeting, why does a topic come UP? Why do we speak UP and why are the officers UP for election? Why is it UP to the secretary to write UP a report? We call UP our friends.
We use it to brighten UP a room, polish UP the silver. We warm UP the leftovers and clean UP the kitchen. We lock UP the house and some guys fix UP the old car. At other times the little word has real special meaning.
People stir UP trouble, line UP for tickets, work UP an appetite, and think UP excuses. To be dressed is one thing, but to be dressed UP is special. A drain must be opened UP because it is stopped UP. We open UP a store in the morning but we close it UP at night.
It's cold outside, the wind is blowing Freeze in the air, soon it will be snowing Nothing can be better on this whole earth Just watching my cats sleeping by the hearth
Many a cat would be filled with delight To be in a warm cozy home for the night But for them it's just a dream far out of sight Only abandonment is to be their plight
All I can offer is this plea to all of you Can you adopt a cat, or maybe even two If you have a cat, can you neuter or spayed By doing this less cats have to be saved
I feel a shiver as I hear the wind howl Oh so many cats tonight out on the prowl I am filled with thankfulness gaiety and mirth As I gaze at my at my sleeping cats by the hearth
Author Eileen Clark 2013
Mee do everything that my missy do Mee pester her from morning till night Mee work hard at it too In Mee missy she still finds delight
Mee knock over her plants on the inside Mee eat all her plants on the outside When it's time to go to bed Mee go hide When she get upset, Mee feel kitty pride
Summer fading, winter comes--
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,
Window robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books.
Water now is turned to stone
Nurse and I can walk upon;
Still we find the flowing brooks
In the picture story-books.
All the pretty things put by,
Wait upon the children's eye,
Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,
In the picture story-books.
We may see how all things are
Seas and cities, near and far,
And the flying fairies' looks,
In the picture story-books.
How am I to sing your praise,
Happy chimney-corner days,
Sitting safe in nursery nooks,
Reading picture story-books?
Robert Louis Stevenson
Things look bad around this ol' world Nothin like when I was a little girl Had no problems, was Just a little brat Playing around with my little ol’ cat
I got in trouble for jumping in a puddle Fun improper words I'd sometimes muddle I got a few spankings so on a cushion I sat It didn't matter long as I had my little ol' cat
There's no greater place that I would want to be Then the beautiful bluegrass state of Kentucky Miles and miles of painted white rolling fences Early morning mist hovering over the green hills Well groomed horses ready to run for the thrills
Fancy carriages pulled by beauties strutting their stuff One ride, two rides, three rides, it’s never quite enough Fifteen distillery’s in the big city’s or in small urban Some rum some gin but the bragger is the bourbon
Maker’s Mark, Heaven Hill, Four Roses and Jim Beam Besides the horses and hats, this is every jockey’s dream Every season to me at least seems just about right Summer and spring has it’s warmth in which I delight
Winter is cold and crisp with a little bit of snow Quickly it's gone making room for the bluegrass to grow Fall is the best and my favorite leaving no room for debates It last longer and is more colorful than any of the other states
One last thing least I forget, do this so you'll have no regrets You bought the hats, drank the booze, possibly ran up some debts Now that you've had fun and made all the rounds Please buy that winning ticket at Churchill Downs!
Author Eileen Clark
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When I hugged my grandma's old wrinkled neck I didn't see her wrinkles, not even a little speck And when I kissed her weathered wrinkled face I love her so much, it's dear grandma I embrace
When my kitty licks my face, I think how gross It gets even worse cause then he licks my nose It must be true when they say love is really blind Cause changing my baby's diapers, I don't ever mind
In this quite garden alone I do sit Hoping friends will drop by for a visit Warmth from the sun, softness of breeze The squeak of my gate would surely please
Seedlings floating by brushing my cheek A near perfect day but for one thing I seek Wanting to hear a squeak from my iron gate Hearing someone say, I'm so sorry we're late
I try very hard to keep a smile on my face In my minds eye I can go almost any place Climbing mountains, wading through brooks My adventures come from reading many books
Day nearing it's end, nothing more I can say The black iron gate didn't squeak open today Tomorrow the sun is definitely going to shine Going out when it's nice folks are more inclined
Author Eileen Clark 2011
I stayed in the bedroom, one at the top of the stairs
It was my uncles when he was young and had few cares
He's in the army now serving far away from his home
His mom and dad, my grandparents, live here alone
I'm now in his bedroom spending time by myself
Either looking at the big ticking clock on the shelf
Or staring out my window at the house across the way
The one with blue shutters and no children there to play
Grandma and grandpa don't have any yard swings
They don't have any pets, don't even have toys
I brought my doll, my jacks and a few other things
On this street live old folks, no little girls and boys
Is it my imagination because of something I want there to be
Because it looks like a young person is looking back at me
Then I see her smile, she moves and her eyelashes flutter
At last I have a playmate in the house with the blue shutters
Author Eileen Clark
This poem comes from my childhood and I did stay often at my grandparents house while my brothers were in school. Unlike today where grandparents have a bedroom set aside for their grandchildren filled with toys, video games, TV’s and computers. My grandparents saved the Sunday funny papers for us. My grandpa had a couple of puzzles up on the closet shelf that he brought down when I came for a weekend and he always bought me Neapolitan ice cream. I brought my doll, jump rope, and a coloring book with my box of crayons. There was a white house next to my grandparents house and it did have blue shutters. I did sit on the edge of my uncles bed looking out the bedroom window and wishing there were kids living in that house. The part I made up was that their actually was a child in that house, there wasn’t but how I so wished there was. My grandparents did live in a neighborhood with very fine houses and older well established people residing in them, there were no children living on that block or any streets near by.
In elephant families the females are the boss Choosing a matriarch they are not at a loss The older and experienced one leads the herd Walking in a straight line no one gets deterred
The journey is a constant search for food and water Amazingly that task is left for moms and daughters Young ones hold on to the tails of mothers for protection All the adults for there young have such great affection
When family or friends meet, they have such joyful greetings Spinning around, flapping ears, touching trunks, then repeating Surprisingly they love to swim, role around in the water at play To quench there thirst they will drink up to fifty gallons a day
All the elephants will circle around one that is hurt or weak Even though they are very large, their disposition is meek No other animal shares this kind of caring family interaction That is why we find the elephant such a wondrous attraction
Author Eileen Clark 2022
Loyalty
You can't buy loyalty, they say, I bought it though, the other day; You can't buy friendship, tried and true, Well just the same, I bought that too.
I made my bid, and on the spot Bought love and faith and a whole job lot Of happiness, so all in all The purchase price was pretty small.
I bought a single trusting heart, That gave devotion from the start If you think these things are not for sale, Buy a brown-eyed puppy with a stump of a tail.
Author Unknown
Very interesting, I can’t find the author of this poem but it is strangely similar to the verses in my poem.
My Poem
Bought A Dog
Bought a dog a year ago, Thought id' be some company ya know. Needed some noise and scuttle in the home, Wife's been gone and I'm so alone.
Thinking bout the trouble I'm in for, Cleaning up the messes on the floor. Feeding n' grooming, worming n' shots Costing me more then I even gots.
It's been a year now and trouble he be, But I got more then that, I got loyalty. I got a friend now tried and true, Got all that when I bought Billy Blu.
Author Eileen Clark
My Poem Was written in 1994
I'm sorry about all these ads at the end of my post
If they were cute and pretty they'd be easy to host
But as you can readily see some are totally gross
Every ad is like fish oil giving us an unwanted dose
I realize that I really have no reason to complain
To solve this problem doesn't take much of a brain
To keep ad free blogs for your followers and friends
Pay some money each month and all the ads will end
Author Eileen Clark 2022
Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey. We had nothing to do and nothing to say. We were nearing the end of a dismal day, And then there seemed to be nothing beyond, Then Daddy fell into the pond!
And everyone’s face grew merry and bright, And Timothy danced for sheer delight. “Give me the camera, quick, oh quick! He’s crawling out of the duckweed!” Click!
Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee, And doubled up, shaking silently, And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft, And it sounded as if the old drake laughed. Oh, there wasn’t a thing that didn’t respond When Daddy Fell into the pond!
My Little Girl has an infection in one of her eyes. It’s red all around the eye and watery and she struggles to keep it open which tells me it might be quite sore, my heart hurts to see her suffering. She has been to the vet, got a shot and is given eye drops twice a day. Two days have passed and the eye looks much better. I wrote her a poem about the actual events.
My Little Girl is a very old and sweet cat Unlike her sister Dixie who is a total brat When LG walks by, Dixie gives her a swipe It happens daily yet LG never does gripeDixie walks around with a strut in her step Little Girl waddles and has lost all her pep This morning she woke up with a red eye It looked so awfully bad that I begin to cry
It's under control now with meds from our vet Dixie's bad behavior she hopes we might forget She walked up to Little Girl and sniffed her face Then lowering her head closer as if to embrace
I am so sorry I have to say to my sweet cat Once again I really didn't mean to do that Left her sitting at the door for how long Her cries and meows just aren't very strong
When I see her sitting there it breaks my heart I must come up with a plan, I need to be smart I'll think like a cat, to me what would she tell Said my cat, that's simple, just lower the door bell
Author Eileen Clark 2022
Fall is here once again Only I can remember when You and I walked many hours Through leaves feeling loves powers
Far beyond this quiet man The colder feelings now began Not just leaves turning red and gold His love is turning crisp and cold
Fall is here once again Was my favorite season but then Quickly it passes now into frost I never see it, my love is lost
Far beyond this quiet man I was expecting a ring on my hand The leaves fall, no sound, no delight Gone forever into the cold winter night
Author Eileen Clark 2014
I posted this poem in 2014 and it got little notice so I dug it up, polished it a bit and added a new image.
Thank you everyone, I see that it did much better the second time around.
Hear the sounds of fall
Geese giving out a call
Swishing of colored leaves
Falling off seasoned trees
Leaves crushing under feet
Snapping branches in burning heat
Scented smoke clouding eyes
Bubbles popping on simmering pies
Juicy crunching of an apple
Hay rides on roads of gravel
Gurgling of pouring out apple cider
Crackling of dry wood in the fire
Snoring from grandpa who is sleeping Hissing radiator warm we are keeping
Deep in the night hear the owl call
Listen up dear critters it is now fall
Author Eileen Clark 2019
I get excited this time of year A bit of October chill in the air Colored leaves bounce with a flare Tents going up for the county fair
Crisp leaves crunching under my feet Huge bales of hay resting in the fields Corn stalks gathered round and tied neat Bushel baskets of corn they do yield
Pumpkins and apples at roadside stands Jars of blackberry and strawberry jams Buckets of blueberries picked for pies Leaving shrubs and bushes barren and dry
Jugs of apple cider brewed ever so sweet Time for hot cocoa and marshmallow treat Bring out the wool hats and wool sweaters All gifts from God, life couldn’t be better
Author Eileen Clark
I got a letter from a very old friend She said my grandma's life has come to an end My grandma lived so many miles and states away I tried to get her to move, she said it's here I'll stay
There was a time the farm was pretty nice In my younger years I stayed there once or twice My friend said there's no point in you traveling out here The place is so run down you couldn't trade it for a case of beer
So I went there anyway because I figured what have I got to loose The farm is a shack on a dirt road and all I got is dirt in my shoes As the dust settled down something was becoming clear for me to see Hanging on the railing was a quilt and nearby her dog covered with fleas
Looking all around this barren land thinking well isn't this just my luck
Finding the right folks and do some fancy talking I might make a few bucks
As I was doing my planning I spotted a tattered note pinned to the quilt
It said, pull a few threads, in the lining there's enough for a mansion to be built
Author Eileen Clark 2022
Beautiful Painting by Bob Timberlake ~ collectiblesandarts.com
All the trees are almost barren, Now I can see farther across the hills. Heavy knit sweaters folks are wearing, Frost each morning sits on my windowsills. Gathering wood for my old iron stove, Hanging bird feeders in a nearby grove. Filling my cup with hot spiced tea, I’ll call on an old friend to share it with me.
Author: Eileen Clark ~ November 2018
Painting ~ Sycamores on Clear Creek, Oil on Canvas
November’s the month that you get a chance, To spend time outside a little while longer. Warm sunny days may show up now and then, But the wind is cooler and a little bit stronger.
Leaf’s dangling on branches here and there, Plenty of warning before they are totally bare. Darkness comes early, light no longer yours, Better get busy, finish up those outdoor chores.
Repair all the cracks in the window panes, Clean out the twigs and leaves in your drains. Stack up plenty of logs in a nearby covered space You’ll have nightly warmth coming from your fireplace.
November gives you the time to put your mind at ease, The Almanac gives warning, this winter a deep freeze. Sitting by the fire with your coffee, you have not a care, You were the smart one, you knew how well to prepare.
Author Eileen Clark 2014
Quoted by Sarah Blank Studios
paintings, ramblings
"The New England style farmhouse above is from 1750. Despite the clear skies and November sunbeams, the inside of the homestead was so dark and smelled of creosote from ages past. A little fire burned in the kitchen and herbs hung from the ceiling. The surrounding fields were the home to 13,000 soldiers during the Revolutionary War."
Whether you love cats or hate them there is no denying Watching a cat or kittens behavior is so very gratifying Graceful and stylish in appearance and in there every manner With there sharp eyes asking, could you find anything grander
Even when cats get old they can still have that haughty composure And the stray that has no shelter and lives a life of exposureCan carry it off having you think there is nothing quite so divine
Will we ever learn that all cats know how to let their light shine Author Eileen Clark 2022
Image:etsy.com
You know the old saying your goose is cooked
Whenever I hear that I really get shooked
I hear there's some truth to that nasty old saying
I'm valuable because of the many eggs I keep laying
You have to learn how to run really fast
If you don't, how long will your life last
I've learned to do more then just waddle
You'd be smart to use me as a role modelDon't get caught walking around here alone
The inside of a kettle will be your next home
Keep your bill shut, don't utter a honk or quack
If you get noticed it may be your last act
Author Eileen Clark
Mommy I'm sorry to wake you up so late
But teddy is scared so it couldn't wait
He heard a loud noise outside our window
Jumping out of bed he then hurt his toeMommy can teddy and me stay in your room tonight
He's real scared and he's holding my hand so tight
I know he'll feel better if you turn on a dim light
When morning comes teddy says he will be alrightI bet you will be happy mommy when I get all grown up
You and daddy can replace teddy with a new little pup
Soon I will be big enough to sleep in my bed by myself
Then we can find a place for teddy on my closet shelf
Author Eileen Clark 2022
Image:https://www.awesomeinventions.com/magical-photos/
Iwona Podlasi?ska and Pinterest
In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!
Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The grey smoke towers.
Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!
Author Robert Louis Stevenson
Image:m.lovethispic.com
It seems I have been dumped off in the middle of the night Alone on this road I'm wondering what will be my plight Could it have been that I scratch up the stair railing I noticed lately the misters affection for me was failing
Did I get too much hair on the misters black suit Guess I was wrong in believing he thought I was cute Maybe it was all the knitting I did on her bedspread I'll stop knitting and come winter my fur won't shedIn the darkest of nights I see a car slowing down Please let it be a nice human from the nearby town Being scooped up gently into somebody's arms I hear them say softly, I mean to do you no harm
I'm taking you home to my family on our very big farm
Author Eileen Clark 2022
Take your children by hand and a paper bag Hurry, don't let your feet too slowly drag Into the woods today we're headed for sure Going to let nature give us a memorable tourNow sun is yellow and warm making bright our faces Soon we'll be in cool dark green whispering places
Big things we see, gigantic boulders, tall pine trees
We're looking for tiny things hidden under rocks
logs and leavesWe might find a Lady Slipper and give it to Mom
A Jack-in-the-Pulpit we could give to Uncle Rom
Sweet berries are every where, but we mustn't eat
Watch the birds, see if they do make them a treatShush, I hear a sound coming from that hallow log on the ground
It might be a frog, chipmunk, or possibly a fairy
sneaking around
"I believe your imagination has gone off in a whirl
You funny child, it's only a fluffy brown squirrel"
The sun now a orange and red in the lower cooler
darkened sky,
To the birds, frogs, chipmunks, squirrels, and possibly a fairy say goodbye
Get your rocks, berries, Lady Slippers, your leaves, moss and wood
When we get home and empty your bag, we'll see that you did really goodPlace the moss in the garden, rocks and wood on your shelf in a row,
Your golden leaves pressed in wax paper and hung in the kitchen window.
All that fresh air, running and climbing has made you a sleepy head,
Eat your supper, have your hot shower, then off you go to bed.Dreaming about the Lady slippers, frogs, squirrels and possibly a fairy no longer in its secret place,
When morning comes and your refreshed, check the bag, make sure it's empty---just saying in case.
Author Eileen Clark
There is nothing more hilarious for any of us to see Is to watch a kitten jump into a raked up pile of leaves Even better, trying to catch one slowly drifting down Floating on a breeze that has the kitten twirling around
When they crawl in through the bottom of this neat pile You stand there in expectation wearing a slight smile Suddenly they pop up with big eyes looking right at you Leaves flying everywhere, it’s not likely you had no clue
Next comes the most entertaining activity of the year You laugh so hard your eyes get filled up with tears Oh for a camera so you could have taped this episode Standing in front of you that pile of leaves explodes
When the trees their summer splendor Change to raiment red and gold, When the summer moon turns mellow, And the nights are getting cold; When the squirrels hide their acorns, And the woodchucks disappear; Then we know that it is autumn, Loveliest season of the year.
Charlotte L. Riser
October Eastern Gray Squirrel in Redbud Tree is a painting by Susan A Walton which was uploaded on September 29th, 2011. This is a painting of a pause in the action of a working squirrel’s life. It is clinging to a redbud tree, a small tree common in the Midwest and… more
My hands are like lobster claws Just one of my latest flaws I can't pick up, hold onto, or grab That's why I've become such a crab
Because of the things I use to do I tell my oldest daughter Like the ocean color I'm feeling blue I now am a fish out of water
Still I have so many blessings like the white sands near the sea Someday, I'm gonna be back To the young person I use to be
Author Eileen Clark
This was one of the first poems I wrote, I have rheumatoid arthritis.
I’m waiting for Spring and other nice things, Aren’t you? I’m waiting for warmer weather, I’m waiting for little things with feathers. Aren’t you? I’m waiting for those pretty little spotted eggs, For those little creatures with tiny stick legs, Aren’t you? Said the snake that slithers and begs
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