Clover

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

7.3.11