The Clover

Your green luck surrounds me

and I wait for the wish.

The one I dreamed of

when I sat beneath the rainbow...

I can't wait till spring

so I can see your leaves.

Watch your vines twine

and whistle in the breeze.

Your luck I will cherish

though times may get old.

I trust in good old Saint Patrick,

to keep the dream alive.

Now watch the grass she sways.

Flicking in the wind.

The Goddess watches down on me

as Tir na nOg awaits...

Now I see your petals

all four of them to see.

Your luck I wish upon this green

piece that Padraig sends me.

Reviews

[faryn wolff]

This is, by far, a wonderfully lovely poem. Its very essence is Ireland's beauty, seen through your eyes. I adore it! Thank you for sharing it!

-Faryn

[alyssa]

I love this poem... i love how much imagery you used :). Creates an amazing picture... Thank you for sharing :)
alyssa

[LeeLee Ryder]

"The Clover" is marvelously fresh & green. Great opening verse.
The 4th verse is poetry in motion..
Thanx for sharing,GGGurl..
LLR

[deeps]

This is lovely and ever so beuatiful.
Once again you have written a wonderful poetic piece.
You have talent!

[Bear]

Awe, such a fine write!! I envisioned that I too was on your hillside; breathing in the sweet scents of the springtime, hoping to fine my four leaf clover and a bit of luck. You put a smile upon my face.
Sallie who's across the pond and way south of Lake Erie in Ohio, USA

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful poem of hope. I like the description and your story in the words. Ending was perfect.
Coyote

[Arthur Henn]

Wonderful canvas of written word...
My favorite line.

Now watch the grass she sways.

Thank you for sharing a part of Irish JOY!

Art

[Tate Morgan]

A beautiful thought and I think there no more pleasant place than the green fields of Ireland

[Kelley]

This was beautiful Faelyn ó Cuilinn !
I would love to come to Ireland someday.
My whole family is from there.

Thanks for sharing.

Kelley

[The Analog Kid]

"I can't wait till spring
so I can see your leaves.
Watch your vines twine
and whistle in the breeze."

I love this stanza. I feel like I can see you sitting on the hill writing this dreamy poem. Very cheery!

Patrick