Black Iron Gate


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)

My front Porch

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We’re talking about a time long long ago,

Happy places, happy faces, things went slow.

Folks strolling along down the sidewalk,

Aways stopping with their neighbor to talk.



Listen to the children’s laughter in the air,

Up and down each street, they were everywhere.

The sound of a ball hitting hard off the bat,

The thump of roller skates over each crack.


The enjoyment of a front yard is a thing of the past,

Back then you’d hear father’s  yelling, get off the grass!

Lemon aid stands and croquet sets ready to go,

Now the front yard is just something  to mow.



Ah, but the very best was the front porch time we spent,

After work, after school, after dinner, their we went.

Parents sitting on porch swings and in the wicker chairs

Children hanging on the rails and sitting on the stairs.



Young and old gathered on the porch summer nights,

Drinking ice tea while chatting about the days news.

Lingering on until aglow became all the street lights

Walking back home feeling no better life could they choose.


The very best thing I remember about my  porch,

On rainy days when we couldn’t go out to play,

Mother would make cookies and call our friends,

And on the porch we would laugh and play all day.


by Eileen clark


Bought a Dog

Bought a Dog

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 BillyBlue.