My Poems

Your Neighbor The Squirrel

The squirrel will dig a hole deep into the ground                                                               Making sure no onlooking predators are around                                                         They will dig very deep to hide their nuts and berries                                                          Then zig zagging up a tree fast as their legs can carry

The constant moving of their bushy tails often attracts                                                                     So that running pattern confuses all the dogs and cats                                                  Keep those feeders filled when the temperature gets low                                     Squirrels won't have to dig for their stash in the snow

A great deal of time is spent digging, chasing and eating                                                    Fall is busy preparing for winter they'll soon be greeting                                                         Take some time to notice the antics of the silly squirrel                                                                A whole new interesting activity in your life will unfurl

Author Eileen Clark 2022

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

The Duck With No Web Feet

This little duck didn't have webbed feet
Other ducks laughed when they'd meet
His mama said, I think it is really neat
He swims and waddles to his own beat

This little duck was named Webless Hank
When others laughed his little heart sank
After all he had no trouble walking on land
His daddy said his swimming was quite grand

You know this little duck could even climb trees
And swing from branches, tail waving in the breeze
He grew up proud with great parents he could thank
No matter how big the pond, he would have never sank

So how this tail ends I'll tell you my feathered friends
When the wind blows, with it you must always learn to bend
No matter how much and loud the other ducks honk and quack
Pay no attention, let it roll, like water off a duck's back

Author Eileen Clark 2022

From the author, it’s just a fun poem, no reason why the idea came to me, it just did.

Why might it be hard to survive as a duck with web-less feet?  It’s solely because of ineffectiveness while swimming. Ducks need web in place of space as we humans have, as they spend a lot of time in swimming in the water. This is just a  cute poem I had fun writing friends.

Beautiful painting image: