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
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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.
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