My Paintings

Cooked Goose


You know the old saying your goose is cooked
Whenever I hear that I really get shooked
I hear there's some truth to that nasty old saying
I'm valuable cause of the many eggs I keep laying

You have to learn how to run really fast
If you don't, how long will your life last
I've learned to do more then just waddle
You'd be smart to use me as a role model

Don't get caught walking around here alone
The inside of a kettle will be your next home
Keep you bill shut, don't utter a honk or quack
If you get noticed it may be your last act

Author Eileen Clark

My Paintings

September and October

The September days can get very hot
Turn on the air conditioner, then it's not
By late afternoon you are cold again
Turn off the air and let evening set it

The very next day you wake up to a chill
Is that really frost on your windowsill
Get out the sweaters and turn up the heat
The days to come this activity we'll repeat

We are just now entering the first of November
Much talk of a heat wave, so try to remember
Weather change happens so don't lose your cool
Predicting the weather makes a smart man a fool

Author Eileen Clark

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My Big Mistake

What did I do to you now, did I do something wrong
I'm going to get through this and try to be strong 
I had a feeling this was coming, expected the worst
I tried to be prepared, all my words so well rehearsed


To my complete surprise the rejection came in a letter
This persons is a coward, I thought I knew them better
I'm not getting a chance to ask the hundred questions
Many friends are overloading me with their suggestions


I thought foolishly that you were really mine
That you felt the same and we were totally fine
I read further down and realized I'm the real fool
That you believe dating others is absolutely cool


Seems I'm the only one that's experiencing a broken heart
Looks like I'm proving to be a person not very smart
Moving on with my life, these sad feelings I can shake
Accepting the fact that this was indeed my big mistake


Author  Eileen Clark 

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My Paintings

The Gray Owl

The big old gray owl, how wise he can be,       
Hiding from hunters that will never see.                                                                       
Sitting in plain sight on a branch of a tree,                                                                 
Blending with the bark will keep him free.

When night slips in and the darkness takes hold,                                                      
You can be sure that slick owl will get very bold.                                                       
 The depth of his sound reaches beneath every root,                                                   
Filling chilled air with that mysterious familiar hoot.

Other then his big round eyes of a bright yellow,
The quick turning of his head, what a smart fellow.
Many claims are made that the owl is very wise,
There can be no doubt for look at that disguise.                                                                            

Author Eileen Clark 2022

Beautiful Photo taken by  @edseljamesbatuigas ⁠