My Poems

Fat Rabbits In My Fields

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

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Grandma’s Quilt With A Hidden Treasure

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

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Open The Window

Open windows, clear out winters graying dust,

Let in Spring, green fresh air is a must.

Breezes blowing the curtains to a happy sound,

White picket fences stroll along the ground.

Shaded houses under big old oak trees,

Life is good, thank Jehovah on bended knees.

by Eileen Clark

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AFTERNOON IN FEBRUARY

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The day is ending,
The night is descending;
The marsh is frozen,
The river dead.

Through clouds like ashes
The red sun flashes
On village windows
That glimmer red.

The snow recommences;
The buried fences
Mark no longer
The road o'er the plain;

While through the meadows,
Like fearful shadows,
Slowly passes
A funeral train.

The bell is pealing,
And every feeling
Within me responds
To the dismal knell;

Shadows are trailing,
My heart is bewailing
And tolling within
Like a funeral bell.

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was a Harvard scholar versed in several European languages. He was heavily influenced by Romanticism and made a name as a poet and novelist with works like HyperionEvangelinePoems on Slavery and The Song of Hiawatha. He was also known for his translation of Dante’s The Divine Comedy

https://www.biography.com/writer/henry-wadsworth-longfello