My Poems

Staying On The Train

I can't believe what I'm hearing though no doubt it's true                                             When I should expect the next train to be coming through                                                 Putting trust in the letters you wrote to me this past year                                             I traveled hundreds of miles with not an ounce of fear

Trying not to panic even though I don't see you waiting for me                 Dare I get off this train or stay on so I can return home safely             Perhaps you were just a little late getting out your front door                Giving it extra thought, we should have corresponded more

I think I let this go a bit to far, I must be insane                                               Going back to reality and stay put on this train                                                             Having no friends or family living in this little town                                                 The chance after seeing me, you might turn me down

Just when I've decided to stay on the train I hear someone shout    
Hey pretty lady I'm happy you came, seeing you gives me no doubt 
A love can grow strong and lasting if only at first through the mail 
At last your here, brought to me by train over many miles of rails

Author Eileen Clark 2023

My Poems

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

Image:Dd_141Dianne Dengel by Dianne Dengel


My Poems


There's no greater place that I would want to be                                                                                                                  Then the beautiful bluegrass state of  Kentucky                                                                                                        Miles and miles of painted white rolling fences                                                                                                                       Early morning mist hovering over the green hills                                                                                                                        Well groomed horses ready to run for the thrills 

Fancy carriages pulled by beauties strutting their stuff                                                                                                           One ride, two rides, three rides, it’s never quite enough                                                                                                      Fifteen distillery’s in the big city’s or in small urban                                                                                                                     Some rum some gin but the bragger is the bourbon

Maker’s Mark, Heaven Hill, Four Roses and Jim Beam                                                                                                              Besides the horses and hats, this is every jockey’s dream                                                                                                     Every season to me at least seems just about right                                                                                                                          Summer and spring  has it’s warmth in which I delight

Winter is cold and  crisp with a little bit of snow                                                                                                                                    Quickly it's gone making room for the bluegrass to grow                                                                                                                               Fall is the best and my favorite leaving no room for debates                                                                                                              It last longer and is more colorful than any of the other states

One last thing least I forget, do this so you'll have no regrets                                                                                                You bought the hats, drank the booze, possibly ran up some debts                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Now that you've had fun and made all the rounds                                                                                                                    Please buy that winning ticket at Churchill Downs!

Author Eileen Clark

My Poems ~ Others poems

Loyalty & Bought A Dog


You can't buy loyalty, they say,                                                                                       I bought it though, the other day;                                                                                   You can't buy friendship, tried and true,                                                                Well just the same, I bought that too.

I made my bid, and on the spot                                                                                Bought love and faith and a whole job lot                                                                     Of happiness, so all in all                                                                                                 The purchase price was pretty small.         

I bought a single trusting heart,                                                                                  That gave devotion from the start                                                                                          If you think these things are not for sale,                                                                  Buy a brown-eyed puppy with a stump of a tail.

Author Unknown

Very interesting, I can’t find the author of this poem but it is strangely similar to the verses in my poem.  

My Poem
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 Billy Blu.

Author Eileen Clark  
My Poem Was written in 1994


My Paintings

Green Thumb

You remember I wrote a poem for my granddaughter called “Apple Pie And Grammy,” well my granddaughter just wrote a poem for me called, “Green Thumb” and I want to share it with you today.

My Grammy taught me many things, From interior design to growing things. Full of energy I couldn’t sit still, She gave me work ethic, a valuable skill.

She’d wheel around, shouting orders from her throne, Our back yard looked like a flower shop for our home. On rainy days she hurt too much to leave the bed, So we watched movies cuddled up instead.

From cooking and baking I was critiqued, Eating at least one bite just to please me. Oh how I miss those days, though I’ll never forget; The growing love between my Grammy, my friend.

By Taylor Grzyb – 2022

My granddaughter Taylor

Green Thumb Image:

My Paintings

The Dresser Drawer

An ordinary room that hides a sad secret
Only she knows where she has to keep it
Sitting against the wall in her spare room
In the third drawer holds  yesterday’s gloom

So long ago from her past are the letters
One would hope that time would make it better
Not so, for the drawer has been locked from the start
Holding the sadness that’s still locked in her heart

Open the bedroom door, open the dresser drawer
Open the window and let the new light in
Fear no more tomorrows, fear no more sorrows
Tear up the memories that tied you to him

Make new wishes, let light come through your door
Tie a bright ribbon around a love that last forever more
Look in the mirror and see a new life like never before
Make vanish the secrets hidden in that old dresser drawer

Author Eileen


My Paintings

The First Robin

Welcome, welcome, little stranger,
    Fear no harm, and fear no danger;
We are glad to see you here,
    For you sing, “Sweet Spring is near.”

Now the white snow melts away;
    Now the flowers blossom gay:
Come, dear bird, and build your nest,
    For we love our robin best.

Poem by Louisa May Alcott

Louisa May Alcott was one of four daughters born to Bronson and May Alcott. Louisa worked from an early age to help with expenses. She worked as a governess, a seamstress, a laundress, and a nurse but, at heart, she was always a writer. Her first book was published at the age of 23. Louisa’s best known work is Little Women, which has never been out of print since it was first published in 1868; it has been translated into more than fifty languages.

Beautiful Painting by

Proud Vigil American Robin with Baby Birds

I painted this portrait of an American Robin perched on her intricately woven nest, filled with her baby birds. I posed the mamma bird so her… more\

by Cindy Day

My Poems

My April Cat

It’s been a long cold winter,

Inside this house I sat.

I’m told that’s what cats do,

Sit around and get fat.

I want to go  out now and run,

But every day there is no sun,

I hear Missy say April showers,

Will bring butterflies and flowers.

I know the time will be here soon,

I remember chasing stuff  last June.

And next to follow is mid summer,

Using the litter box has been a bummer.

by Eileen Clark  April 2022



What Is A Cat ?

Gentle eyes
that see so much,
paws that have
the quiet touch.

Purrs to signal
“all is well”
and show more love
than words can tell.

Graceful movements
touched with pride,
a calming presence
by our side.

A friendship
that will last and grow,
small wonder
why we love them so.

Author Unknown