Clover nostalgia
Walking barefoot through
our grass watching for bumble
bees, searching for that
elusive four leaf clover
treasured for lucky bookmark.
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Walking barefoot through
our grass watching for bumble
bees, searching for that
elusive four leaf clover
treasured for lucky bookmark.
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Nothing like walking barefoot through grass! So soothing! Good luck treasure hunting!
Nice! I should send my daughter-in-law your way. She is renowned for finding them.
A touch of peace and hope.
Walk a calming, pastoral poem. This is lovely. Thank you for sharing this poem.
Nice tanka, Linda!
Thanks all! I used to find them easily as a child!
Brings back memories…I never found one though 🙁
Love this tranquil tenderness expressed here, Linda. Enjoy the word sounds and soft rhythm when reading your poem out loud. Thanks for sharing