I remember when I was little I searched for four leaf clovers in my front yard with my grandma. She was one of my best friends. Those were good and simple times…
Green. Just green. All i see is a field of green. You never would ahve thought there would be so much green. The smell of freshly cut grass surrounds the field and I can’t help but think of how sad it is; how terribly sad that some of those little clover got cut down in the chaos. I wanted to throw off my shoes and go running and skipping through the field. I wanted to feel the fluffy green between my toes.
Rachel
Clovers are pretty great. There usually purple and purple is one of my favorite colours. Anyways Clovers are pretty nice flowers to there pretty and they smell really great. Every thing about them is good, they really are good flowers
mar
He sat looking at all the wishes he’d been given. He was a graduate now, and was about to face the real world. He’d been advised to man up, he’d been given a lot of advise. People had a lot of those, he did too, so he didn’t know where to put theirs. He chuckled at the thought.
He cleared his dorm room, saw it for one last time, then closed to door behind him, for the last time he walked the corridors as a part of the life he was to leave behind, a student for the last time.
As he waited at the station to board a train back to home, he took out an envelope the girl he had a crush on had given to him. It had a good bye note, saying how good a friend he had been, and alway will be, and left a number and an address to where she will be. And there was a clover inside. For good luck.
He held it up, suddenly symbolizing it for how unlucky in love he’d been. He took out his lighter and burned it. He did not do it out of frustration. Love was a part of life, not all of it. And there life stood ahead waiting for him. He smiled. He didn’t need the clover, he already had luck on his side.
sun is shining hot
love
sex
woman
babe
tears
night
freedom
mother
happiness
dove
spirit
dream
joy
family
man
kids
nena
I spent the morning spraying the clover in my lawn. This will, undoubtedly discourage the neighborhood rabbits from entering my yard since that was their favorite. My dog, is now pissed because she likes to chase the rabbits.
But the retired guy next door will be happy. At least I got that going for me.
Zukey Jones
I am lying in a patch of clover, picking random leaves and counting them. Alas – all have just three leaves – no four-leaf-clover for me. Just like my life – no huge luck; just lots of wonderful ordinary.
its usually three, but you’re lucky when it’s four… and you never know because it’s serendipity and coming across something that is unexpected… maybe it doesn’t work when you look for them… you have to be not looking for something for it to happen… it’s always sweeter that way of course
Anna
Clover dotted the floor, evidence of an adventure forgotten. The day has been new and exciting but when the environment returned to the known it didn’t matter anymore.
Kate
The field of clover was so beautiful I could hardly breathe. Everywhere I looked, I saw the tiny plants. It was a wonderful day to be alive.
kait
I rolled through the grass, front to back, front to back, flattening it as I went. I landed in a heap and looked down at the squashed clover beneath me. Is this a metaphor? Am I crushing nature beneath me while I writhe around in oblivious and gurgling delight?
Clover und clover mit Gänseblümchen bedeckt. Man kann sie auch essen. Und manchmal waren Gänseblümchen das einzige, was wir zu essen hatten. “Es liebt mich, es liebt mich nicht, es liebt mich, es liebt mich nicht.” Und wenn es mich nicht liebt, mache ich mit dem nächsten Gänseblümchen weiter.
a four leaf object sometimes. sometimes however it’s a spice I believe. not really sure though. Just noticed that if you remove the “c” it’s lover, maybe that’s telling me something about what is going on in my head right now. Green and beautiful, sometimes with a yell
Edwin Ludwig
Clover, my happy clover. Where’re you now? Lost between the lines. Lines of my lifestory. Listening to some pop-punk right now. Whatever.
The clover was a friendly fellow. As it swayed in the field, many people passed, admiring it’s friendly wave and thinking about how lovely it would be to have a friend like that. The clove is a sweet fellow. The cows love the taste of it.
Anna Baker
the clover made her think of better times, like the sweet songs of the birds and the breeze flirting with her hair in the summer evening. she smiled in spite of herself and began to sing. her words traveled around the meadow, and everything shined just a little bit more in her eyes. her voice reached all angles in the field and everyone heard her.
Kerrie Anna
i have no idea what the word means. the first thought that crossed my mind was to search google but then i decided not to do it as i was sure that would take lots of time. i gues it has to do something with clove.
Yashwardhan Khemka
four-leafed clovers are lucky. i am lucky, in general. not always, though, and i need one now.
Clover is at the top of my page, with a timer at the bottom. Though the timer doesn’t really seem to be doing much. As I am writing this, the page trembles with each letter and its making me laugh.
When I live too long in the winter, I forget about the clover. I remember the grass, though the sheer greenness always catches me by surprise. But I forget about the clover. The clover and the fireflies.
My brothers would try to get me to eat clover when I was little. Eat Clover and catch fireflies.
When M was around 4 years old, she was playing in the field next to my Dad’s. Full of clover, the field was also home to many bees. Down the road, my Dad could hear her screaming as she recieved her first bee sting…
The scent of clover lifted on the breeze and wafted through the curtains giving the guests at her home a treat to the senses.
steve d
four-leafed clovers–my godot, always searching, waiting,
from 9 months in the womb to six years in the dirt,
tiny fingers running through my backyard’s hair
How many leaves must a clover have to be useful? Four is the typical response, but I say that any is right. Usefulness is overrated. Beauty and charm matter more.
modernbox
The horse lifted its head from grazing, tangles of grass and clover falling from its mouth. The steady rhythm of its molars was a familiar and peaceful sound, like waves crashing over rocks or the shush of a far off waterfall. She lay on her back, shirt damp with earth, with her eyes closed and felt, rather than saw, the horse return to grazing.
Too many things in my head for this word too. Including a slightly off color song about a roll in the clover.
I also think about four leaf clovers. I knew someone once who had a ritual of finding a four leaf clover every place she worked out of town. Always looked for one, and always found one before she returned home. Every time.
Noisy Quiet
clovers are green. they are quite nice flowers. they make me think of cloves and then cloves of garlic. i add garlic to everything. all my cooking. it tastes so much better with it.
Tumi Ferris
Clovers all around. Clovers usually represent good luck. They also represent the Irish. Which I have a burning hatred for. The Irish are stingy, and just overall bad people. All in all, clovers round out to be a neutral symbol in the world.
tiptoe in it. Look for 4 leaves. There was one 4 leaf clover that Libby and Dudder found. They pressed it and it was saved. I remember Dudder saving lots of little things that meant a lot to her. Clover is sweet smelling in the grassland.
Jenny Howland
The clover, the clover / Exists even in dover.
M.
walking in a clover field. there was a red clover not green. it was a red three leaf clover. it was really cool yo. i ripped it out of the ground and threw it at my friend. he got mad cause there was dirt on it and he got dirty but then he saw it was a red three leaf clover.
Shar
the field was covered in clovers, green soft piles blowing in the wind. bounding and jumping through them. we fell down together chests heaving in unison with laughter. looking into each others eyes that moment, i knew.
Brett Alyson
Childhood memories abound– is it a 3 leaf or 4 leaf? YES, a 4 leaf!! Mommy, Mommy look what I found! I always enjoyed putting them between pages of a book, now I enjoy finding them– remnants of a life past.
hans
as i walked past by the mac store, my heart fell as i realised it was twelve minutes to midnight. The day was over, the swan song was done. hope had died, love had gone. the wind swept across my face as i found myself at the entry to central park, staring at a four leaf clover, could twelve minutes really save the day?
Iman
as i walked past by the mac store, my heart fell as i realised it was twelve minutes to midnight. The day was over, the swan song was done. I
Iman
plant assigned to luck, a great song, a bad idea to to trust in those unclever clover things, geen, cute, naked little, lemon flavored, are there really four leaves clovers? c lover, look at me thinking of lovers, again, unloved unclover, clover, have never really showed real luck in my path, gotta get used to struggle and work cuz no lottery will be won
sebastián
i have no idea what it is; although it is a fun word? is it? it sounds like clever. Clever I know, Clover I don’t.
Is it food? character perhaps? oh i know, a leaf?
darn, i’m so messed up.
gillian
Mali felt her choices of escape drifting away, she took a deep breath and thought. She lucked out and noticed a metal clover hanging above the door. Mali knew only one way to end this. Quickly falling she swung her foot around her captors legs grabbed the clover bashing it into her captors skull. And ran faster than she had ever run in her life, far far away from the trailer and the evil intents that had been waiting for her there.
Mali felt her choices of escape drifting away, she took a deep breath and thought. She lucked out and noticed a metal clover hanging above the door. Mali knew only one way to end this. Quickly falling she swung her foot around her captors legs grabbed the clover bashing it into her captors skull.
red flower summer is beautiful. sweet honey and buzzing bees. morning sew drops and warm sunshine breed sweetness in plants. we are lucky to be here. blue skys, singing birds.
I remember when I was little I searched for four leaf clovers in my front yard with my grandma. She was one of my best friends. Those were good and simple times…
Green. Just green. All i see is a field of green. You never would ahve thought there would be so much green. The smell of freshly cut grass surrounds the field and I can’t help but think of how sad it is; how terribly sad that some of those little clover got cut down in the chaos. I wanted to throw off my shoes and go running and skipping through the field. I wanted to feel the fluffy green between my toes.
Clovers are pretty great. There usually purple and purple is one of my favorite colours. Anyways Clovers are pretty nice flowers to there pretty and they smell really great. Every thing about them is good, they really are good flowers
He sat looking at all the wishes he’d been given. He was a graduate now, and was about to face the real world. He’d been advised to man up, he’d been given a lot of advise. People had a lot of those, he did too, so he didn’t know where to put theirs. He chuckled at the thought.
He cleared his dorm room, saw it for one last time, then closed to door behind him, for the last time he walked the corridors as a part of the life he was to leave behind, a student for the last time.
As he waited at the station to board a train back to home, he took out an envelope the girl he had a crush on had given to him. It had a good bye note, saying how good a friend he had been, and alway will be, and left a number and an address to where she will be. And there was a clover inside. For good luck.
He held it up, suddenly symbolizing it for how unlucky in love he’d been. He took out his lighter and burned it. He did not do it out of frustration. Love was a part of life, not all of it. And there life stood ahead waiting for him. He smiled. He didn’t need the clover, he already had luck on his side.
sun is shining hot
love
sex
woman
babe
tears
night
freedom
mother
happiness
dove
spirit
dream
joy
family
man
kids
I spent the morning spraying the clover in my lawn. This will, undoubtedly discourage the neighborhood rabbits from entering my yard since that was their favorite. My dog, is now pissed because she likes to chase the rabbits.
But the retired guy next door will be happy. At least I got that going for me.
I am lying in a patch of clover, picking random leaves and counting them. Alas – all have just three leaves – no four-leaf-clover for me. Just like my life – no huge luck; just lots of wonderful ordinary.
its usually three, but you’re lucky when it’s four… and you never know because it’s serendipity and coming across something that is unexpected… maybe it doesn’t work when you look for them… you have to be not looking for something for it to happen… it’s always sweeter that way of course
Clover dotted the floor, evidence of an adventure forgotten. The day has been new and exciting but when the environment returned to the known it didn’t matter anymore.
The field of clover was so beautiful I could hardly breathe. Everywhere I looked, I saw the tiny plants. It was a wonderful day to be alive.
I rolled through the grass, front to back, front to back, flattening it as I went. I landed in a heap and looked down at the squashed clover beneath me. Is this a metaphor? Am I crushing nature beneath me while I writhe around in oblivious and gurgling delight?
Clover und clover mit Gänseblümchen bedeckt. Man kann sie auch essen. Und manchmal waren Gänseblümchen das einzige, was wir zu essen hatten. “Es liebt mich, es liebt mich nicht, es liebt mich, es liebt mich nicht.” Und wenn es mich nicht liebt, mache ich mit dem nächsten Gänseblümchen weiter.
a four leaf object sometimes. sometimes however it’s a spice I believe. not really sure though. Just noticed that if you remove the “c” it’s lover, maybe that’s telling me something about what is going on in my head right now. Green and beautiful, sometimes with a yell
Clover, my happy clover. Where’re you now? Lost between the lines. Lines of my lifestory. Listening to some pop-punk right now. Whatever.
The clover was a friendly fellow. As it swayed in the field, many people passed, admiring it’s friendly wave and thinking about how lovely it would be to have a friend like that. The clove is a sweet fellow. The cows love the taste of it.
the clover made her think of better times, like the sweet songs of the birds and the breeze flirting with her hair in the summer evening. she smiled in spite of herself and began to sing. her words traveled around the meadow, and everything shined just a little bit more in her eyes. her voice reached all angles in the field and everyone heard her.
i have no idea what the word means. the first thought that crossed my mind was to search google but then i decided not to do it as i was sure that would take lots of time. i gues it has to do something with clove.
four-leafed clovers are lucky. i am lucky, in general. not always, though, and i need one now.
Clover is at the top of my page, with a timer at the bottom. Though the timer doesn’t really seem to be doing much. As I am writing this, the page trembles with each letter and its making me laugh.
When I live too long in the winter, I forget about the clover. I remember the grass, though the sheer greenness always catches me by surprise. But I forget about the clover. The clover and the fireflies.
My brothers would try to get me to eat clover when I was little. Eat Clover and catch fireflies.
When M was around 4 years old, she was playing in the field next to my Dad’s. Full of clover, the field was also home to many bees. Down the road, my Dad could hear her screaming as she recieved her first bee sting…
The scent of clover lifted on the breeze and wafted through the curtains giving the guests at her home a treat to the senses.
four-leafed clovers–my godot, always searching, waiting,
from 9 months in the womb to six years in the dirt,
tiny fingers running through my backyard’s hair
How many leaves must a clover have to be useful? Four is the typical response, but I say that any is right. Usefulness is overrated. Beauty and charm matter more.
The horse lifted its head from grazing, tangles of grass and clover falling from its mouth. The steady rhythm of its molars was a familiar and peaceful sound, like waves crashing over rocks or the shush of a far off waterfall. She lay on her back, shirt damp with earth, with her eyes closed and felt, rather than saw, the horse return to grazing.
Clover
Too many things in my head for this word too. Including a slightly off color song about a roll in the clover.
I also think about four leaf clovers. I knew someone once who had a ritual of finding a four leaf clover every place she worked out of town. Always looked for one, and always found one before she returned home. Every time.
clovers are green. they are quite nice flowers. they make me think of cloves and then cloves of garlic. i add garlic to everything. all my cooking. it tastes so much better with it.
Clovers all around. Clovers usually represent good luck. They also represent the Irish. Which I have a burning hatred for. The Irish are stingy, and just overall bad people. All in all, clovers round out to be a neutral symbol in the world.
tiptoe in it. Look for 4 leaves. There was one 4 leaf clover that Libby and Dudder found. They pressed it and it was saved. I remember Dudder saving lots of little things that meant a lot to her. Clover is sweet smelling in the grassland.
The clover, the clover / Exists even in dover.
walking in a clover field. there was a red clover not green. it was a red three leaf clover. it was really cool yo. i ripped it out of the ground and threw it at my friend. he got mad cause there was dirt on it and he got dirty but then he saw it was a red three leaf clover.
the field was covered in clovers, green soft piles blowing in the wind. bounding and jumping through them. we fell down together chests heaving in unison with laughter. looking into each others eyes that moment, i knew.
Childhood memories abound– is it a 3 leaf or 4 leaf? YES, a 4 leaf!! Mommy, Mommy look what I found! I always enjoyed putting them between pages of a book, now I enjoy finding them– remnants of a life past.
as i walked past by the mac store, my heart fell as i realised it was twelve minutes to midnight. The day was over, the swan song was done. hope had died, love had gone. the wind swept across my face as i found myself at the entry to central park, staring at a four leaf clover, could twelve minutes really save the day?
as i walked past by the mac store, my heart fell as i realised it was twelve minutes to midnight. The day was over, the swan song was done. I
plant assigned to luck, a great song, a bad idea to to trust in those unclever clover things, geen, cute, naked little, lemon flavored, are there really four leaves clovers? c lover, look at me thinking of lovers, again, unloved unclover, clover, have never really showed real luck in my path, gotta get used to struggle and work cuz no lottery will be won
i have no idea what it is; although it is a fun word? is it? it sounds like clever. Clever I know, Clover I don’t.
Is it food? character perhaps? oh i know, a leaf?
darn, i’m so messed up.
Mali felt her choices of escape drifting away, she took a deep breath and thought. She lucked out and noticed a metal clover hanging above the door. Mali knew only one way to end this. Quickly falling she swung her foot around her captors legs grabbed the clover bashing it into her captors skull. And ran faster than she had ever run in her life, far far away from the trailer and the evil intents that had been waiting for her there.
Mali felt her choices of escape drifting away, she took a deep breath and thought. She lucked out and noticed a metal clover hanging above the door. Mali knew only one way to end this. Quickly falling she swung her foot around her captors legs grabbed the clover bashing it into her captors skull.
red flower summer is beautiful. sweet honey and buzzing bees. morning sew drops and warm sunshine breed sweetness in plants. we are lucky to be here. blue skys, singing birds.