Shamrock > Clover
Today, I bought a lucky shamrock
or so I thought
until I got to the checkout
where the clerk told me it was a sell out
not a real shamrock, but a four-leaf clover
the real thing has never come over
from the fair isle of Erin
and all the while, that plant had us starin’
four leaf clovers bring luck too, I’d say
can’t you remember how in childhood they were fey?
although my clover did not come over from the fair green isle
I have now had it quite a while
but it has brought me only bad luck
and that really sucks.
Janet Bellinger
C 2006
Peace.
The best thing to believe in is God, and yourself...
They say a lucky hare's foot is quite lucky too...lols
Peter
Regis
It's the time for clover and the four leaf one is golden. I recall sitting for hours in patches of clover seaching for the elusive four leaf clover. It occupied the beter part of a day.
Rememebering this is like a dream with the sunshine squinting my eyes and popping out with freckles the longer I stayed involved in the clover.
Thank you for this nostalgic moment.
Susan
This poem leads One to Nature's Home... "Shamrock > Clover" takes a trip to wisdomland and fantasy.
I like the themes of Your works, Poet!
Keep posting... Your writings always instruct and inspire.
In gratitude and reverent admiration.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU