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Eileen Clark Poem
My lavender chair sits in lavender flowers I sit among them for hours and hours So much beauty around me abounds I hear them whispering flowery sounds.
Feeling a soft breeze on my hair and face The Lavender sways with elegant grace Taking in all of the sweet lavender smell Each little flower is shaped like a bell
No other color could this yard chair yield Knowing it was meant for a lavender field Thinking to myself as I look up at the blue sky What a wonderful place to be buried when I die
Author Eileen Clark
Copyright © Eileen Clark | Year Posted 2023
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Eileen Clark Poem
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
Copyright © Eileen Clark | Year Posted 2022
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The Summers were hot in the suburbs of our city,
We had a small sandy yard, a few toys and a kitty.
It was just me and my brother ages four and six,
We tried to dig to China with a shovel and sticks.
Into the hole my brother presses down his ear,
Be quiet little sister for I am trying to hear.
Running to mom shouting, I hear people talking,
Dig further down son, you might see them walking.
How grand our mother was, able to keep us entertained,
Though times were hard, we never heard her complain.
My children live in luxury with every electronic game,
If I told them to dig to China, they'd think I was insane.
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Copyright © Eileen Clark | Year Posted 2022
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The evening sky’s darken, falling slowly to the ground,
Soft mist is filling the air with a whispering sound.
A dim light from a lamp post exposes something down below,
It’s a sleek black cat with a shiny coat moving very slow.
I’ve never seen the likes of it, a smooth sophisticated stroll,
Gazing upon him I question myself, is he tired hungry or cold
I watch this silent creature move down the cool wet street,
I wonder if there is a home, a someone waiting for him to greet.
Perhaps he lives in the city with a pack of other cats,
Or possibly he’s a loner and stays near the railroad tracts.
If I knew for certain that this little guy lived all alone,
There would be no hesitation for me to take him home.
Author Eileen Clark
Copyright © Eileen Clark | Year Posted 2022
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Eileen Clark Poem
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
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Copyright © Eileen Clark | Year Posted 2022
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Eileen Clark Poem
I try to walk very gently through a field filled with wildflowers
Not crushing them under my feet takes a short walk many hours
On hot days I flap my ears over them to give out a slight breeze
If not for me they would dry up for this field doesn’t have trees
Lots of bees and butterflies continually dance around my head
Getting stung or one flying up my trunk is a thing I daily dread
I am blessed with having such freedom and plenty of space to roam
Concrete floors and iron bars is sadly what some elephants call home
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Copyright © Eileen Clark | Year Posted 2022
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The day is a gray one and bitter cold
Wind slapping my face piercingly bold
The snow is icy white, the top layer is hard
My forced footsteps leave the service scarred
Not a sound is heard, noises freeze in mid air
Later the moon exposes that activity was their
Some rabbits, deer and even some wolf tracks
Leaving me to wonder, are they running in packs
Tired and hungry, I head back to my lodge
Safe, yet feeling there is something I just dodged
looking out my window I see shadows prowling
There they are on the hill, I hear the wolves howling
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Copyright © Eileen Clark | Year Posted 2023
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Every kid loves to hear that glorious sound The crack that echoes around the playground A young boy just swung his tightly gripped bat Like lightning he runs leaving behind his blue hat
Right off it's a home run for this newly formed team Friends shouting, hardly believing what they've just seen Running past each base we can hear this young lads dreams Hey dad, someday I'm going to be on the big league teams
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Copyright © Eileen Clark | Year Posted 2023
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The night is very dark with a slight summer breeze,
A shimmer of moon peeking through the branches of trees.
I hear another’s footsteps in the distance from behind,
Hopefully the owner is a person that’s very kind.
As I continue to walk faster, a pounding in my heart,
The moon gets brighter as the clouds start to part.
I turn around as I hear the sound at a quicker pace,
Gleefully I laugh as the moon lights up my brothers face.
Copyright © Eileen Clark | Year Posted 2022
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It’s an interesting thing that little children do,
Catching fireflies in a jar not thinking it through.
They cover the jar and tighten the jar lid,
Placing it in the bookcase from mother it’s hid.
Tucked in their beds in a very dark room,
The tiny lights dancing as if to a tune.
Then slowly one by one the lights go out,
It wasn’t a good idea, of this I don’t doubt.
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Copyright © Eileen Clark | Year Posted 2022
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