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 one’s in need,
Her branches leafed out to shade others.
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
Painting Eileen Clark
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.
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 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/
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
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