My Paintings

Behind The Tree In The Woods

The Leaf Makers

My daughter has the book that the tree picture is in, quite old it is. The set was given to me and my two brothers on Christmas morning in 1939. I was born on December 9, 1939.​ Many years I had sat on my bed staring at this beautiful tree with the little houses wanting so badly to have my body shrink down to the size of a pixie and climb those little stairs up into the houses. I thought if I stared long enough and hard enough I could do it. Keep in mind we had no TV’s, video games or iPads, just books and lots of imagination. The page has a slight tan color and a tare here and there. I suggested to my daughter that there might be a way to preserve certain pages in the book because of viewing it over and over and over. I am done with it now because I have the picture and a poem I wrote about that tree preserved on my website and my heart.

Author Eileen Clark 2022

Image: “The Leaf Makers” Our Wonder World, by Geo. L. Shuman & Co., Volume 5, the children’s story book.

My Paintings

A Tree In The Woods

Not far from my house there's a street we never go down
I know mama has driven on most streets in our small town
When we go by this one a cheeky smile comes onto her face
Asking her why the smile, I don't get an answer to embrace

Older now I hear stories about that tree in this wooded lot
Of how an old man hoisted a ladder high up to the trees top                                          He carved out a few little house even one stuck out on a limb
I went there to see for myself, was it an old crazy man's whim

Tell me Mom about that tree, what lovely secrets do you hold
Promise me son what I say, no one else should ever be told
Late one night I drove to that tree, for reasons I don't know
I heard giggles coming from it and soft lights in every window

Author Eileen Clark 2022

Image: Tree in The Woods “Our Wonder World”, by Geo. L. Shuman & Co., Volume 5, the children’s story book.

My Paintings

No Trespassing


My friend Joey and me were hanging out in his yard                                               Had nothing to do though we were thinking real hard
Nearing end of August we were sweating from the heat
Joey gives out a shout, I got an idea that's really neat

We could go to the corner ice cream and candy store
Got no money to spend, we'll get thrown out the door
We can go swimming at the junior high's indoor pool
A locked gate, no lifeguard on duty, no way to be cool

Our last plan brought us to our towns roadside stream
A No Trespassing sign nailed to a tree can be easily seen
When Joie and I are striped down to are swimming trunks 
Up pulls officer Kelly's cruiser, oh brother we are sunk

Driving me home I thought my dad was quite upset
I did something for a long time he might not forget
But he smiled at me and said we're on the same page
I got caught swimming there too when I was your age.

Author Eileen Clark 2022

Image :https://www.flickr.com/photos/katinthecupboard/14495820462/

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 ⁠

                                                                      

My Poems ~ Others poems

Black Iron Gate

111cd117d514461033cf9c89f27759c6--metal-gates-wrought-iron-gates

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Black Iron Gate

*

In the back yard all alone I sit,

Warm Spring sun, softness of breeze.

Trusting friends will come for a visit,

Hear the squeak of my gate oh please.

*

Seedlings float by brushing my cheek,

Thoughts  of good times ever I seek.

Hopefully I will hear the  sound of that gate.

Some friends will stop by tho it is getting late.

*

I try very hard to keep a smile on my face,

In my mind, I can wish myself any place.

No one is coming,  guess not on this day,

I will stay positive and read my book.

At the black iron gate, no more shall I look.

*

Another rising, another day, Fall 

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 Paintings · My Poems ~ Others poems

ARTHRITIS { Self Portrait }

She stands very tall, very strong,
Her feet planted firmly in the ground.
She could weather any storm,
She did not waver in the strongest wind
.


Her beauty was subtle, ever changing,
Like the seasons, with the seasons.
Her arms stretched out to hold up ones in need,
Her branches leafed out to shade other
s.

Now she’s old, wrinkled, knotted,
Her limbs are twisted with pain.
Oh Jehovah look, in your eyes she’s still standing,
Hopefully forever to remain
.

Author Eileen Clark