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 cause 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 you 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: Found on 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
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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
This little duck didn't have webbed feet
Other ducks laughed when they'd meet
His mama said, I think it is really neat
He swims and waddles to his own beat
This little duck was named Webless Hank
When others laughed his little heart sank
After all he had no trouble walking on land
His daddy said his swimming was quite grand
You know this little duck could even climb trees
And swing from branches, tail waving in the breeze
He grew up proud with great parents he could thank
No matter how big the pond, he would have never sank
So how this tail ends I'll tell you my feathered friends
When the wind blows, with it you must always learn to bend
No matter how much and loud the other ducks honk and quack
Pay no attention, let it roll, like water off a duck's back
Author Eileen Clark 2022
From the author, it’s just a fun poem, no reason why the idea came to me, it just did.
Why might it be hard to survive as a duck with web-less feet? It’s solely because of ineffectiveness while swimming. Ducks need web in place of space as we humans have, as they spend a lot of time in swimming in the water. This is just a cute poem I had fun writing friends.
It was in September of 2012 that I created this blog I named, Books & Poems Coffee & Teas. I had learned about blogging from a friend on another website and I registered myself and started my first blog. I felt so silly writing things out to myself and no one listening to me or answering. In a short time I wandered over to other peoples blogs to see what they had to say and how there’s looked. After many months of trials and errors I got a response from someone and friends, I was hooked! Then I discovered WordPress.com and fell in love with it. I do, I love WordPress.
Many of you have been following me for several years now and know my history. For any that don’t, I have rheumatoid arthritis and use a power chair to get around. I hardly ever leave my home except for a doctors visit once a year if that often. That is why this website is so important to me by filling up my days and having the time pass quickly. I never get bored because I enjoy posting every day and getting your likes and your comments. I am using this ten year anniversary to thank you and I look forward to you coming back often. I would also like to thank WordPress.com for giving us this wonderful platform to express ourselves and keep in touch with our family and friends around the world.My best regards, your fellow blogger, Eileen Clark
It seems I missed the last several days I'm moving through life within a haze No, it looks like I've missed a few weeks It may be my life needs quite a few tweaksI woke up this morning to a frigid freeze What happened to last week's spring breeze I'm rushing through life missing beautiful things I need to remove my shoes that have grown wings
Before it all ends; in my work I could drown I should listen to those that are saying slow down Relax for awhile, read a book, drink some wine You just might live to the age of ninety-nine
While I'm filling my big bird feeder up Knowing their time to live I could disrupt Having it low enough to reach so I can fill High enough so cats don't have an easy killMy cats have bowls of food around in the house They also have places to find and catch a mouse Winter birds have trouble finding bugs and worms Life is not so easy, it doesn't go by their terms
My cats could be so warm sleeping near the heater Instead there outside lurking under the bird feeder So am I feeding the birds or feeding my cats I wonder No matter which it is I ask, am I making a blunder
Author Eileen Clark
Where’s that smile of yours today
What do you mean you put it away
Do you want to bring everyone down
We don’t feel good seeing you frown
Do you at least have it close by
Before you make all of us cry
Perhaps you have it in your pocket
Or do we need a key to unlock it
I can see that your feeling very bad
Otherwise you wouldn’t look so sad
Is it something that you can talk about
It might be a help to just let it all out
If you give us a smile or just a slight grin
You can then release all your endorphins
Forcing that smile can bring you a boost
Then some of your stress could be reduced
Author Eileen Clark
I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day,
I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play.
And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood,
And I am very happy, for I know that I've been good.
My bed is waiting cool and fresh, with linen smooth and fair,
And I must be off to sleepsin-by, and not forget my prayer.
I know that, till to-morrow I shall see the sun arise,
No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly sight my eyes.
But slumber hold me tightly till I waken in the dawn,
And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the lawn.
Author Robert Louis Stevenson
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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
The September days can get very hot
Turn on the air conditioner, then it's not
By late afternoon you are cold again
Turn off the air and let evening set it
The very next day you wake up to a chill
Is that really frost on your windowsill
Get out the sweaters and turn up the heat
The days to come this activity we'll repeat
We are just now entering the first of November
Much talk of a heat wave, so try to remember
Weather change happens so don't lose your cool
Predicting the weather makes a smart man a fool
Author Eileen Clark
A caterpillar that is a bright striped yellow and black
With antenna on both ends, the front and the back
Eating milkweed makes them taste bad to predators
Therefore it keeps away other bug eating competitors
~*~
This effort helps the Monarchs live to become adults
Otherwise NO Monarchs on the earth would be the results
The facts show the adult butterfly lives for only a few weeks
So warmer climate is what this delicate butterfly seeks
~*~
Conservation experts years of studying them now think
If mankind doesn’t want the Monarch to become extinct
Our old ways of doing things no doubt can be rearranged
To make big efforts towards the progress of climate change
~*~
Author Eileen Clark 2022
Image at the top from Pinterest
My butterfly bush attracts lots of Monarch butterflies every summer. You might consider planting one in your yard, they are hardy and easy to care for.
Fall is the most beautiful time of the year
The October air is crisp and remarkably clear
Perfect for long walks on dirt country roads
Easing your mind from troublesome loads
Someone raked up a huge pile of leaves
Right in there front yard, what a big tease
I would gladly jump in if someone insists
Even an adult would find it hard to resist
I try to spend some time outside every single day
One windy night could blow all the leaves away
If I had my druthers I would fill my life with cheer
By making October be the twelve months in a year
Author Eileen Clark 2022
I really do love the month of September Of course along with that I also remember This is when we all go back to our schools To learn lots of stuff and obey the rules
I‘m not the smartest one in my class I try to get good enough marks to pass But one sure thing I will never regret I always managed to be the teachers pet
Author Eileen Clark 2022
I was kinda sad and low when I went to bed
Unhappy feelings swirling round in my head
Mama said I would feel much better tomorrow
A new day often seems to wash away any sorrow
I sure don't know how that can possibly be
My best friend is really really mad with me
We had a terrible fight over such a silly thing
She even threw at me our friendship ring
I turned out the light and climbed into my bed
I need to tell her I'm sorry, words not easily said
As soon as I made that decision my heart felt free
And even the moon outside was smiling down at me
Author Eileen Clark 2022
My kitty’s name is Simply Sweet My Daddy found her on the street She was so skinny, shivering and cold Guess she was only a couple of weeks old
She hid in the pocket of my Daddy’s big coat Poked her head up, a meow slipped outta her throat I knew right then she’d be my best friend For always and ever, till the very end
I’m all grown up now, I’m almost three Mommy say’s big enough to take care kitty I’m an only child but not alone anymore Kitty and me share toys, my bed, and milk on the floor
Please don't laugh when you look at me I'm not a happy kid as you well can see What you notice first, my face is freckled Because of so many, I often get heckled
My dad has none and my mom has but two My older brother and sister have just a few They didn't bother me, didn't make me blue While I was little the freckles stayed little too
Then as I started to grow one could plainly see These freckles were starting to take over all of me My brother was encouraging and always steadfast Assuring me that soon enough this will all passAs you can see little brother my freckles disappeared You'll grow up handsome like me, so there's nothing to fear Because your still so young, all of this may sound a bit weird But if you still have freckles when your a man, just grow a beard
Author Eileen Clark 2022
What did I do to you now, did I do something wrong
I'm going to get through this and try to be strong
I had a feeling this was coming, expected the worst
I tried to be prepared, all my words so well rehearsedTo my complete surprise the rejection came in a letter
This persons is a coward, I thought I knew them better
I'm not getting a chance to ask the hundred questions
Many friends are overloading me with their suggestionsI thought foolishly that you were really mine
That you felt the same and we were totally fine
I read further down and realized I'm the real fool
That you believe dating others is absolutely cool
Seems I'm the only one that's experiencing a broken heart
Looks like I'm proving to be a person not very smart
Moving on with my life, these sad feelings I can shake
Accepting the fact that this was indeed my big mistake
Author Eileen Clark
I LOVE it, I love it! and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old arm-chair? I ’ve treasured it long as a sainted prize, I ’ve bedewed it with tears, I ’ve embalmed it with sighs. ’T is bound by a thousand bands to my heart; Not a tie will break, not a link will start; Would you know the spell?—a mother sat there! And a sacred thing is that old arm-chair.
Eliza Cook 1818–1889
My mom had a big chair like this and both my brothers and I sat in it with her while she read to us.
My daughter has the book that the tree picture is in, quite old it is. The set was given to me and my two brothers on Christmas morning in 1939. I was born on December 9, 1939. Many years I had sat on my bed staring at this beautiful tree with the little houses wanting so badly to have my body shrink down to the size of a pixie and climb those little stairs up into the houses. I thought if I stared long enough and hard enough I could do it. Keep in mind we had no TV’s, video games or iPads, just books and lots of imagination. The page has a slight tan color and a tare here and there. I suggested to my daughter that there might be a way to preserve certain pages in the book because of viewing it over and over and over. I am done with it now because I have the picture and a poem I wrote about that tree preserved on my website and my heart.
Author Eileen Clark 2022
Image: “The Leaf Makers” Our Wonder World, by Geo. L. Shuman & Co., Volume 5, the children’s story book.
Not far from my house there's a street we never go down
I know mama has driven on most streets in our small town
When we go by this one a cheeky smile comes onto her face
Asking her why the smile, I don't get an answer to embraceOlder now I hear stories about that tree in this wooded lot
Of how an old man hoisted a ladder high up to the trees top He carved out a few little house even one stuck out on a limb
I went there to see for myself, was it an old crazy man's whim
Tell me Mom about that tree, what lovely secrets do you hold
Promise me son what I say, no one else should ever be told
Late one night I drove to that tree, for reasons I don't know
I heard giggles coming from it and soft lights in every window
Author Eileen Clark 2022
Image: Tree in The Woods “Our Wonder World”, by Geo. L. Shuman & Co., Volume 5, the children’s story book.
Why Does It Always Have To Be Ice Tea?Variations to Instant Ice Coffeefor the hot and muggy weather.
Making iced coffee with instant coffee can save you quite a bit of money and time. The process is incredibly easy and the results are surprisingly tasty!
My friend Joey and me were hanging out in his yard Had nothing to do though we were thinking real hard
Nearing end of August we were sweating from the heat
Joey gives out a shout, I got an idea that's really neat
We could go to the corner ice cream and candy store
Got no money to spend, we'll get thrown out the door
We can go swimming at the junior high's indoor pool
A locked gate, no lifeguard on duty, no way to be cool
Our last plan brought us to our towns roadside stream
A No Trespassing sign nailed to a tree can be easily seen
When Joie and I are striped down to are swimming trunks
Up pulls officer Kelly's cruiser, oh brother we are sunk
Driving me home I thought my dad was quite upset
I did something for a long time he might not forget
But he smiled at me and said we're on the same page
I got caught swimming there too when I was your age.
Author Eileen Clark 2022
I try to walk very gently through a field filled with wildflowers Not crushing them under my feet takes a short walk many hours On hot days I flap my ears over them to give out a slight breeze If not for me they would dry up for this field doesn’t have trees
Lots of bees and butterflies continually dance around my head Getting stung or one flying up my trunk is a thing I daily dread I am blessed with having such freedom and plenty of space to roam Concrete floors and iron bars is sadly what some elephants call home
Author Eileen Clark
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I heard my Mother say last night
The clock is running fast
This puzzled me cause there it stood
Just where I'd seen it last
She also said "it broke a hand
in falling on it's face"
This puzzled me still more because
It didn't show a trace
Of hand or foot or anything
Alive that I could see
The things my Mother says at times
Are odd as odd could be
Author Vere Dargan
One of my favorite poems in the books my mom read from to my two brothers and me. The New Wonder World 1939
Dandelion, to a gardener no word could be worse
From a man's lips it's often combined with a curse
The neighbor smirks as he looks over your fence
Lotta good it did what with the money you spent
They pop up by the thousands in the middle of the night
Right after you mowed all day, it just doesn't seem right
Along busy highways standing fearless strong and tall
Out of cement sidewalks, tar roads and brick walls
And yet if you should pick one and study it for a bit
Beyond the word Dandelion you'd have a better fit
I tell you for certain, what will take your breath away
Is when your child hands you a dandelion bouquet
Author Eileen Clark
You remember I wrote a poem for my granddaughter called “Apple Pie And Grammy,” well my granddaughter just wrote a poem for me called, “Green Thumb” and I want to share it with you today.
My Grammy taught me many things, From interior design to growing things. Full of energy I couldn’t sit still, She gave me work ethic, a valuable skill.
She’d wheel around, shouting orders from her throne, Our back yard looked like a flower shop for our home. On rainy days she hurt too much to leave the bed, So we watched movies cuddled up instead.
From cooking and baking I was critiqued, Eating at least one bite just to please me. Oh how I miss those days, though I’ll never forget; The growing love between my Grammy, my friend.
I hear the train whistle blowing as it's coming around
Feeling so much excitement my heart begins to pound
Another train is moving slowly on a nearby rail track
One that is even bigger and has a larger smokestack
I blocked my ears at the high pitched screeching sound
Watching how the big spoked wheels begin to slow down
Mom's now holding my hand tight standing so close to the rails
My ticket is crumpled and a bit torn from my dug in fingernails
Gray and white puffy clouds rising from the giant smokestack
Flowing over the couches and box cars, all the way to the back
Hot steam spews out a hissing sound as the engine comes to a stop
This is the grandest of all days, on my list it's placed at the top
Standing by the door a smiling conductor calls out to us, all abroad!
The excitement burst out of my body, up till now it has been stored
A window seat is always the best, watching cows and barns flying by
In the aisle a conductor is calling, popcorn, peanuts, and apple pie
Through the big glass window I see us climbing over high mountains
Over bridges, through dark tunnels and cities with big water fountains
Speedily passing golden meadows, fields of corn and apple orchards
Places I have not seen before I can pretend to be an explorer
I wonder about all the travelers in the coaches that follow behind me
Box cars are connected carrying cows, luggage, and crates of exotic tea
Those trains are gone, my littleness is gone, and if I could have my way
I would learn to be a conductor and be paid to ride the train every day
Author Eileen Clark
An ordinary room that hides a sad secret Only she knows where she has to keep it Sitting against the wall in her spare room In the third drawer holds yesterday’s gloom
So long ago from her past are the letters One would hope that time would make it better Not so, for the drawer has been locked from the start Holding the sadness that’s still locked in her heart
Open the bedroom door, open the dresser drawer Open the window and let the new light in Fear no more tomorrows, fear no more sorrows Tear up the memories that tied you to him
Make new wishes, let light come through your door Tie a bright ribbon around a love that last forever more Look in the mirror and see a new life like never before Make vanish the secrets hidden in that old dresser drawer
Da spreeng ees com’ but oh, da joy Eet ees too late ! He was so cold, my leetla boy, He no could wait.
I no can count how manny week, How manny day, dat he ees seeck, how manny night I seet an’ hold da leetla hand dat was so cold.
He was so patience,oh, so sweet. Eet hurts my throat to theenk of eet: An all he evra ask ees w’en Is gona com’ da spreeng agen.
Wan day, wan brighta sunny day, He see across da alleyway, Da leetla girl dat’s liven’ dere Ees raise her window for da air, And put outside a leetla pot of w’at you call?-forget-me-not.
So smalla flower, so leetla theeng! But steel eet mak’ hees hearta seeng. “Oh, now, at las’,ees com’ da spreeng! Da leetla plant ees glad for know,
Da sun ees com’ for mak’ eet grow. So too, I am grow warm and strong. So lika dat he seeng hees song.
But, ah, da night com’ down an den, Da winter ees sneak back agen, An in da alley, all da night Eees fall da snow, so cold, so white.
An’ cover up da leetla pot Of w’at you call ? for-get-me-not. All night da leetla hand I hold.
Eees grow so cold, so cold, so cold ! Da spreeng ees come, but oh, da joy, Eet ees too late! He was so cold, my leetla boy, He no could wait.
by Thomas Augustine Daly
Thomas Augustine Daly was an Irish-American poet who is more commonly referred to as T A Daly. He was a very popular writer, mainly poetry, but he had many articles published in newspapers and magazines. He also made a good living on the lecturing and after-dinner speaking circuit where he would often recite his own poetry to appreciative audiences. His style was mostly humorous and he wrote in a curious mixture of mock Italian-American and Irish-American dialect.
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 Blue.
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