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

[Another Relic]

The luck of the irish, another nice poem that displays your talent for words and imagery. Favorite lines: Now watch the grass she sways
Flicking in the wind.

The whole poem was really good, good job Faelyn.