Just One Letter

Just one letter from you that's all I ask  
I know our romance was way in the past
Strong promises you made before you left
A letter each week, you'd give me your best

They said you were among all the missing  
I was told no more, it was a secret mission  
If we had married like you wanted us too  
A family I'd have, but just loneliness I brew

Everyone thinks I'm a foolish old lady 
Possibly even a little bit kinda crazy    
Truth be told life is stranger than fiction
I'm sticking with my one true conviction

Somewhere out there you might still be alive    
With this thought every day is how I thrive                                      From this little piece of land I'll never move     
No better way my eternal love for you I prove

Author Eileen Clark 2023

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Last Wishes

I want to walk down a gravel road
Hear stones crunching under my feet
On one side Daisies and Black Eyed Susan's
On the other a field of swaying wheat

I want to sit at an old picnic table
Near a lake, in the woods, under trees
That shouldn't be asking for too much
There was a time when I did all of these

I want to ride my bike, take a hike
Dig my toes down in hot ocean sand
Smell of nature in all the pasture land
I want to rake up red and yellow leaves

Alas, a finial plea amongst all of these
Is to thank Jehovah one more time on bended knees
Stead in a wheelchair I sit, on my porch, in the breeze

Author Eileen Clark

I am happy to inform all my followers on WordPress  that my poem  "Last Wishes" has been published  on  Spillwords Press. I would like to thank Dagmara K., and the  Spillwords  Press team for publishing this and other poems I have written.

Most Sincerely, Eileen Clark

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Indian Children

Where we walk to school each day
Indian children used to play-
All about our native land,
Where the shops and houses stand.

And the trees were very tall,
And there were no streets at all,
Not a church and not a steeple-
Only woods and Indian people.

Only wigwams on the ground,
And at night bears prowling round-
What a different place today
Where we live and work and play!

by Annette Wynne

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