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The Duck With No Web Feet

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.

Beautiful painting image:

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September 2012

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 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 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

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What Is It About Fall

What is it about fall

That makes us want to buy school supplies

Even though we’re over the age of fifty five

What is it about fall 

That makes us feel the need to eat pumpkin pies

Even though we really love eating burgers and fries

What is it about fall

That has us asking family members to go for a walk

Usually when they ask we’re the first ones to balk

What is it about fall

That we love to spend time outside raking up leaves

Knowing it will stir up our allergies making us sneeze

What is it about fall

I’ll tell you what it is about fall 

That every year it renews our hearts so as not to go adrift

And reminds us that Jehovah’s love gave us this beautiful gift

That’s what it is about fall

Author Eileen Clark 2022

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Slow Down

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 tweaks

I 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

Author Eileen Clark

Image ~

Beautiful painting by DebiGarciaBensonArt

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Feeding The Birds or Feeding The Cats

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 kill

My 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


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Where’s That Smile
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


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A Good Boy

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