Analysis of The Quilt With The Hidden Treasure

Eileen Clark 1993 (Htfd. Ct.)



I got a letter from a very old friend
She said my grandma's life has come to an end
My grandma lived so many miles and states away
I tried to get her to move, she said it's here I'll stay

There was a time the farm was pretty nice  
In my younger years I stayed there once or twice
My friend said there's no point in you traveling out here    
The place is so run down you couldn't trade it for a case of beer

So I went there anyway because I figured what have I got to loose                                                               
The farm is a shack on a dirt road and all I got is dirt in my shoes                                                                   
As the dust settled down something was becoming clear for me to see                                                                                               Hanging on the railing was a quilt and nearby her dog covered with fleas

Looking all around this barren land thinking well isn't this just my luck              
Finding the right folks and do some fancy talking I might make a few bucks            
As I was doing my planning I spotted a tattered note pinned to the quilt        
It said, pull a few threads, in the lining there's enough for a mansion to be built

Author  Eileen Clark 2022


Scheme AABB CCXX XXX XXDD X
Poetic Form
Metre 11010101011 1111111111 110111010101 1111011111111 1101011101 01101111111 1111110110011 0111111101110111 11111001110111111 011011011011111011 10110110101011111101010101011011011 101011101101101111 100110111010111011 1111011011001011101 11101100101011010111 10011
Closest metre Iambic octameter
Characters 1,282
Words 224
Sentences 1
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 3, 4, 1
Lines Amount 16
Letters per line (avg) 49
Words per line (avg) 19
Letters per stanza (avg) 158
Words per stanza (avg) 61

About this poem

A grandma dies and leaves her grandson her broken down old shack with a big surprise attached to it.

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Written on September 18, 2022

Submitted by eileenclark55 on October 24, 2022

Modified by eileenclark55 on October 26, 2022

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Eileen Clark

When I was little I was always rhyming things in my head as a child but never wrote things down. I have a slight learning disability, did poorly in school, and quit the day I turned sixteen. That should explain my poor spelling folks! For many years I kept busy as most do with taking care of home and family and friends and pets and working, and so on. I did keep up with my painting and they made nice gifts to give out to friends for every occasion. Now I'm old and crippled with rheumatoid arthritis and somewhat housebound, hence the Blogs and websites to keep myself busy and I began to write poems. My poems are not sophisticated or brilliant, just simple writings filled with memories of my childhood, my imagination, my experiences in life, and my plight with arthritis. I love my poems and don't mind saying so. I hope to post some of my short stories when I get brave enough. Eileen Clark more…

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