March 25


I have been thinking for awhile

About churchyards full of clover

And the man who comes to mow it

Every Thursday afternoon


He knows that once he’s done it

He’ll only do it over

For the clover will just bloom again

Inevitable process and no slow grower


But the clover pays no mind

It only reads its lines

That’s all it knows to do

For nature gave it a script to follow through


Clover only knows to flower

No matter what besets it

In the valiant hope it’s easy

For wandering bees to detect it


We too, should be like clover

Everyone should learn to flower

No matter what besets us

Disregarding the hour

For the sun just keeps on shining


And the man just keeps on mowing

And the clover just keeps on growing

In the same old-fashioned way.


~Charlotte Greer Slater


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Posted March 25, 2020 by Charlotte Von Woffle Greer in category "All of Charlotte's Poetry

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