Lucky Clover Poem by Elizabeth Zerbst

A lawn of fresh green clover
Surrounding me and you...
Waving in a summer breeze
Beneath a sky of blue.

Tiny tender leaves upon
Dainty little stems...
Four leaves, perhaps on a few,
But three on most of them.

Who wants to look them over?
Who really has the time...
To creep along upon all fours...
With good fortune on the mind?

Pluck each single clover
And count the tiny leaves...
A task well worth the tedium
For one who truly believes.

Can a tiny four leaf clover
Really bring fortune and fame?
Or is the good luck in the finding...
And winning the searching game?