Black Iron Gate

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Black Iron Gate

*

In the back yard all alone I sit,

Warm Spring sun, softness of breeze.

Trusting friends will come for a visit,

Hearing the squeak of that gate, oh please.

*

Seedlings float by brushing my cheeks,

I dream of running, oh wouldn’t that be great.

Thoughts float by, I’m wading in creeks,

Better still, I hear the squeak of the gate.

Hopefully they’ll come, friends and class mates.

*

I try very hard to keep a smile on my face,

In my mind, I can go just about any  place.

No one is coming, in the warmth of this day,

I’ll stay positive, I’ll read my book.

At the black iron gate, no more shall I look.

*

Day is near end, what more to hear, what more to say,

The black iron gate did not squeak, didn’t open, nor sway,

There were no friends to come visit me today.

*

I traveled down many paths in the woods,

Climbed mountains and waded in brooks.

I did all of these things and many more,

My adventures come from all my books.

*

Another rising, another day I will again in my 

back yard wait,

Sitting under colored trees, crisp air telling of Fall.

With my books in my lap, near the black iron gate,

Indeed I have no doubt, soon my friends will call.

*

                                  Eileen “2011”wheelchair (1)

Yesterday’s Clotheslines

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                                            White Linen Heaven

A warm sunny day of youth
Memories of white linen sheets
Hanging on the line to dry
The air filled with fragrance oh so sweet
The edge of each sheet decorated
with grandma and mothers loving hands
Crafted embroidery of brilliant flowers
Even a few monograms
After they dried in the summer sun
Mother takes them in to iron there
A sprinkle of water and starch
Then pressed with loving care
My job was to help make the beds
Mother snaps the sheets out
I help make the corners match
Tuck the corners in so they won’t fall out
When all is done a long wait for evening
I couldn’t wait to crawl in
Between those crisp cool sheets
Of white linen heaven

JoJo Bean

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Poem: https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-linen-heaven/

 

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  Clotheslines: Public opinion is shifting 

Hanging out the laundry is being touted as a way to go green at home. But some Minnesota communities have bans against the old-fashioned practice.Clotheslines save money, conserve electricity and burn calories. They have also been banned in several suburbs and neighborhoods.One afternoon last summer, I went to the hardware store, bought a length of clothesline and 100 wooden clothespins, went home, and hung out the wash

Read More: http://www.startribune.com/clotheslines-public-opinion-is-shifting/22763244/

 

 

 

Front Porch

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From My Porch

After the end of a long hot day
At the end of my rope -  with nerves all frayed
I sat on the porch…to rest a spell
As the sun slipped… slowly behind the hill

Calmed…by the lingering…after glow
I watched…the summer night unfold

Crimson streaks…on a sky of blue
Melted…in a thousand…different hues
Got lost…in the dark…without the light
Leaving…just their shadows…in the night

And in fields…of clover…across the way
The crickets…began…their serenade
As fireflies danced…with sheer delight
Glowing…in  love…with this summer night

And there…ahead…at the end of the road
Above the bridge…where the river flows
It rose - like magic - before my eyes
An orange moon… so big…it filled the sky

Poem by ~Elaine George

Painting by ~ Eileen Clark ( Watercolor)

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The Best of Elaine George

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A Touch of Spring in February Please

Arkansas: Wye Mountain Daffodil Festival by Eilish Palmer

Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

 

William Wadsworth Longfellow

Fear in The Moonlight

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  Fear in The Moonlight 

 

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.

Eileen 2015

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I Heard a Fly Buzz When I Died

I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air –
Between the Heaves of Storm –
*
The Eyes around – had wrung them dry –
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset – when the King
Be witnessed – in the Room –
*
I willed my Keepsakes – Signed away
What portion of me be
Assignable – and then it was
There interposed a Fly –
With Blue – uncertain stumbling Buzz –
Between the light – and me –
And then the Windows failed – and then
I could not see to see –
Emily Dickinson | Classic Poems
 

November

November’s the month that you get a chance,

To spend time outside a little while longer.

Warm sunny days pop up now and then,

But the wind is cooler and a little bit stronger.

 *

Leaf’s dangling on branches here and their,

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 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 to well prepare.

*

Eileen 

November 2014

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