they met in the springtime. his glasses had slipt to the tip of his nose, and her lips whispered what her voice refused to say. love is not instant – it can blossom even faster than that.
I found six four leaf clovers today and one five leaf clover. I was just looking down, not trying. Honestly, I can’t imagine being more lucky. I don’t believe in luck, but after that… I had an amazing day. Strange that this would be the word today.
these are the lovely little roots she’d been searching for. she falls into the fingertips of the clover, and his bones touch against hers. only the earth separates them. the earth and an iron casket.
It all started with a simple piece of clover. A four-leaf clover, to be exact. Two hands reached for it all at once, two hands brushed, two hands led to two people discovering just how much luck a four-leaf clover can really bring.
“Hey Mrs. Head, did you see that massive potato galloping around the zoo gift shop?”
“Yes…that was Mr. P. He was simply supposed to roll home with my carrots and clover. We’re having tomato soup and all you can eat potato chips for lunch.”
Clovers are four-leaved vegetables, brightly green
Irish and associated with St. Patty
The clover inspires me to speak in a Dublin accent
Good luck
Fortune
Nature
Beauty
GREEN.
What a lovely little leaf.
Paulina
this is where she wanted to be, where she felt safe. the clover grows between her tows, slithers across her ankles. this is what she wants, this is where she breathes the sky, where her lungs are those of the forest.
Matea
He smiled at her as he stroked her hair and sat in the sun. Watching her beautiful brilliant form radiate from the glow of the afternoon sunshine. He picked a clover from the long growing green grass that her legs were spread out gently on, her long lean limbs close together, her pale skin shining in the sunlight, and placed the clover in her hair as he leaned down and placed a sweet soft kiss on her luscious pink lips that were a bit chapped from the sun. He loved her. And that was all that mattered.
Misty
Luck. I wish I had some. I have such horrible luck. Sometimes I think it’s karma, other times I simply think I was put on this earth to hate my life. A lot of bad things happen to me, and I’m not even that good of a person. Bad things happen to good people? I think good people have bad luck.
Kamaron
She held his hand and kissed his cheek. He bent down and picked the one remaining clover that had survived the recent grass cutting. He moved her hair and placed it behind her ear. He kissed her one last time, wiped a tear from her eye and walked away.
Calla
I’m more than half irish and the word clover always makes me think of Ireland. I grew up to the smell of beef stew and the sound of a penny whistle is something I actually enjoy, thoough most don’t. I’ve Irish danced for more than 13 years now. I’m so proud of where I come from. Erin Go Bragh!
Calla
It was the first time he saw him. Kneeling in a field of clover was what had appeared to be an angel. Of course, he could blame a sudden sun glare for that.
But in those first few blinded moments, he fell in love.
Gillian
Clover is lucky, thinks Claire. She watches it creep along her legs, wild fire on her delicate skin. Do they have four leaves, though, or three? She bends down as if to count them, threading her fingers through the field of clover that have grown on her appendage. What is this, what is this? Some kind of unlucky fantasy, she realizes.
A clover represents luck however, I don’t think that much is determined by luck. I think it is determined by hard work,putting yourself in opprtunities, and persevering.
mark Ralston
I’ve already written about this! Oh well, maybe, just maybe if this is imprinted in my brain I could have a dream about clovers. Maybe since i have been talking to my brother all day, maybe we can pick clovers in my dream…. I miss my brother. Please come back Nick. I miss your songs. I miss summer.
Horton the elephant chases after a clover. Why? Because he believes that Whos deserves to live. If Horton believes in Whovillians, then we should believe in homosexuals and bisexuals.
That is all.
Ellen The Whale
The four leaves were actually three, once upon a time. You take a scissor to them, and suddenly one pedal is two, and then you trim the edges so it looks rounded; sell them on street corners and laugh when people pay a quarter for a three leaf gone rogue. It’s just…amusing, I guess. People think they bring luck. I’ve broken up with every boy who gave me a clover, for luck. Kept all the ones who tried to kill me, though.
i saw a four leaf clover one day. i want some luck in my life because i feel like i realluy need it right now, i thought. but a four leaf clover cant do shit for anyone. what can it do? it can give people the confidence to do something brave that they believe is “luck” like ron did in harry potter when he thought harry gave him potion that he actually didn’t, and then he completely balled at playing quidich.
Lizl
My eyes have never seen such a thing as when he opened up his wallet to show me his six leaf clover. He took it out and I held it as if it was my own, but I dropped it. I started to cry but he took my face and hands and he said, “Don’t worry, I still love you,” I still couldn’t stop crying.
Chevelle
chrimson and ________
clover honey is the best
i’m irish by the way
one day, i would like a little house with some clover growing between the rock path in the yard. and a little white table with little white chairs
a four leaf clover is a magical thing to find. it grants all your wishes and makes you think anything is possible. you press it in a book and keep it for ages and wish and wish that love will enter your life. but then you realize it’s just a stupid leaf. and no one’s will will bend due to a plant.
Monica Stephen
first I see the word clover. But before I follow it, I realize that in this word is the word lover. I love the word lover. “To love, not to be loved, is the key” Stabilo song.
Plus 4 leaf clovers are lucky, I guess.
Erica
leaf of 4 leaf green its good luck for tomorrow or today and i think if i pick it stick it in my pocket i might just escape tomorrows rainy daytime night time when i go to bed at least i got my four leaf floating in my head. and it feels good.
Jeff
luck, biology, just so many possibilities. the unique ones are highly sought after, whereas the common, 3-leaved ones are shunned for their abundance. Completely unlike human society… We’ve all got a little “4-leaves” inside of us. Be the 4-leaved clover… be YOU
DJ
I picked the clover
Green as your eyes
As dark as the clouds
As lovely as your smile
I wish I could say
This ended well
But unfortunately I can’t.
What happened to this?
What happened to you?
What happened to the life you had ahead of you?
Sky
There is nothing lucky about a four leaved clover.
It does, however, remind us how lucky we really are.
J
I’m feeling lucky today. The greatest things have happened to me today. Things I’ve never expected took place and made my life better today. I met some new people today. I visited a couple new places today. As of today I don’t have a terribly horrible life. This is all because I found a four-leaf clover TODAY.
Fields of purple with rabbits munching. Lucky and fragrant. The poor plants with only three leaves. Not so lucky. Roll over, rover, into the clover.
Kelli Werner
She lay down in the clover patch, luxuriating in the plush, fragile feel of the thousands of little leaves beneath her, in different to whether or not she may have crushed any elusive four-leafs; this was her solace after a long day…
Perhaps I shouldn’t have said it. But I did. And guess what? He lost. He lost this thing that was so important to him. This contest was all he had. I said “Use the clover!” And he wanted to. But he grabbed the wrong container. Poison. In for a taste, and he’s gone. Why was there poison at a cooking contest?
M
green st patricks day drinking beer green beer beards green hats beads short guys short fat guys
christina
clover is a flower it is green with three petals. It grows in the ground and needs water to grow. There are four leaf clovers and three leaf clovers. Four
Ann Smith
Clover; I have never really heard much of this word. I don’t even really know what it means. But, I do enjoy saying it. Clover. There, i just said it. Clover might be a word that means the best thing, but I would not know. Maybe I’m missing out. Maybe I’m not. But I guess I will never know. 30 seconds, up…now…3..2..1. clover.
Allison
Will I have good luck this time? Or are you just a waste of it? Do I dare give you my heart? Will you treat it right? Or will you tear it from my chest and crush it under toe?
the smell of colver filled the air, remindin gme of my childhood in ireland, where wed play in the fields for hours. thesemll of clover and the chirping of birds wakin us up in the evenings.
tina
What does fart taste like?
sadasf
After watching the roll me in the clover antics of the mad couple, Jensen moved away from the trailer. Numb to the world on the inside and outside, he moved through the falling ash like a zombie. Off in the distance he could see the sunlight glinting through the clouds on the horizon.
The hill was beautiful, really. I remember it vaugely, but what I do remember is clovers. Green and small and everything I had ever wanted at the moment. We became best friends by experimentally popping the weeds into our mouths, dissolving into giggles at the look on our faces. We’re best friends. And now I know how horribly clovers taste.
Lexie
We laid there on our stomaches in the lush green feild for hours, scanning for a four leaf clover, we thought if be brought it back to our father, he’d be fine in the war. We thought that we could save his life, before he’d even left.
“I found one” my brother had jumped to his feet “I found one!” we ran home and presented it to my father, my father took it and prompty crushed it and chastised us for spending his last day with us in a feild
they met in the springtime. his glasses had slipt to the tip of his nose, and her lips whispered what her voice refused to say. love is not instant – it can blossom even faster than that.
I found six four leaf clovers today and one five leaf clover. I was just looking down, not trying. Honestly, I can’t imagine being more lucky. I don’t believe in luck, but after that… I had an amazing day. Strange that this would be the word today.
these are the lovely little roots she’d been searching for. she falls into the fingertips of the clover, and his bones touch against hers. only the earth separates them. the earth and an iron casket.
It all started with a simple piece of clover. A four-leaf clover, to be exact. Two hands reached for it all at once, two hands brushed, two hands led to two people discovering just how much luck a four-leaf clover can really bring.
“Hey Mrs. Head, did you see that massive potato galloping around the zoo gift shop?”
“Yes…that was Mr. P. He was simply supposed to roll home with my carrots and clover. We’re having tomato soup and all you can eat potato chips for lunch.”
Clovers are four-leaved vegetables, brightly green
Irish and associated with St. Patty
The clover inspires me to speak in a Dublin accent
Good luck
Fortune
Nature
Beauty
GREEN.
What a lovely little leaf.
this is where she wanted to be, where she felt safe. the clover grows between her tows, slithers across her ankles. this is what she wants, this is where she breathes the sky, where her lungs are those of the forest.
He smiled at her as he stroked her hair and sat in the sun. Watching her beautiful brilliant form radiate from the glow of the afternoon sunshine. He picked a clover from the long growing green grass that her legs were spread out gently on, her long lean limbs close together, her pale skin shining in the sunlight, and placed the clover in her hair as he leaned down and placed a sweet soft kiss on her luscious pink lips that were a bit chapped from the sun. He loved her. And that was all that mattered.
Luck. I wish I had some. I have such horrible luck. Sometimes I think it’s karma, other times I simply think I was put on this earth to hate my life. A lot of bad things happen to me, and I’m not even that good of a person. Bad things happen to good people? I think good people have bad luck.
She held his hand and kissed his cheek. He bent down and picked the one remaining clover that had survived the recent grass cutting. He moved her hair and placed it behind her ear. He kissed her one last time, wiped a tear from her eye and walked away.
I’m more than half irish and the word clover always makes me think of Ireland. I grew up to the smell of beef stew and the sound of a penny whistle is something I actually enjoy, thoough most don’t. I’ve Irish danced for more than 13 years now. I’m so proud of where I come from. Erin Go Bragh!
It was the first time he saw him. Kneeling in a field of clover was what had appeared to be an angel. Of course, he could blame a sudden sun glare for that.
But in those first few blinded moments, he fell in love.
Clover is lucky, thinks Claire. She watches it creep along her legs, wild fire on her delicate skin. Do they have four leaves, though, or three? She bends down as if to count them, threading her fingers through the field of clover that have grown on her appendage. What is this, what is this? Some kind of unlucky fantasy, she realizes.
A clover represents luck however, I don’t think that much is determined by luck. I think it is determined by hard work,putting yourself in opprtunities, and persevering.
I’ve already written about this! Oh well, maybe, just maybe if this is imprinted in my brain I could have a dream about clovers. Maybe since i have been talking to my brother all day, maybe we can pick clovers in my dream…. I miss my brother. Please come back Nick. I miss your songs. I miss summer.
Horton the elephant chases after a clover. Why? Because he believes that Whos deserves to live. If Horton believes in Whovillians, then we should believe in homosexuals and bisexuals.
That is all.
The four leaves were actually three, once upon a time. You take a scissor to them, and suddenly one pedal is two, and then you trim the edges so it looks rounded; sell them on street corners and laugh when people pay a quarter for a three leaf gone rogue. It’s just…amusing, I guess. People think they bring luck. I’ve broken up with every boy who gave me a clover, for luck. Kept all the ones who tried to kill me, though.
i saw a four leaf clover one day. i want some luck in my life because i feel like i realluy need it right now, i thought. but a four leaf clover cant do shit for anyone. what can it do? it can give people the confidence to do something brave that they believe is “luck” like ron did in harry potter when he thought harry gave him potion that he actually didn’t, and then he completely balled at playing quidich.
My eyes have never seen such a thing as when he opened up his wallet to show me his six leaf clover. He took it out and I held it as if it was my own, but I dropped it. I started to cry but he took my face and hands and he said, “Don’t worry, I still love you,” I still couldn’t stop crying.
chrimson and ________
clover honey is the best
i’m irish by the way
one day, i would like a little house with some clover growing between the rock path in the yard. and a little white table with little white chairs
a four leaf clover is a magical thing to find. it grants all your wishes and makes you think anything is possible. you press it in a book and keep it for ages and wish and wish that love will enter your life. but then you realize it’s just a stupid leaf. and no one’s will will bend due to a plant.
first I see the word clover. But before I follow it, I realize that in this word is the word lover. I love the word lover. “To love, not to be loved, is the key” Stabilo song.
Plus 4 leaf clovers are lucky, I guess.
leaf of 4 leaf green its good luck for tomorrow or today and i think if i pick it stick it in my pocket i might just escape tomorrows rainy daytime night time when i go to bed at least i got my four leaf floating in my head. and it feels good.
luck, biology, just so many possibilities. the unique ones are highly sought after, whereas the common, 3-leaved ones are shunned for their abundance. Completely unlike human society… We’ve all got a little “4-leaves” inside of us. Be the 4-leaved clover… be YOU
I picked the clover
Green as your eyes
As dark as the clouds
As lovely as your smile
I wish I could say
This ended well
But unfortunately I can’t.
What happened to this?
What happened to you?
What happened to the life you had ahead of you?
There is nothing lucky about a four leaved clover.
It does, however, remind us how lucky we really are.
I’m feeling lucky today. The greatest things have happened to me today. Things I’ve never expected took place and made my life better today. I met some new people today. I visited a couple new places today. As of today I don’t have a terribly horrible life. This is all because I found a four-leaf clover TODAY.
Fields of purple with rabbits munching. Lucky and fragrant. The poor plants with only three leaves. Not so lucky. Roll over, rover, into the clover.
She lay down in the clover patch, luxuriating in the plush, fragile feel of the thousands of little leaves beneath her, in different to whether or not she may have crushed any elusive four-leafs; this was her solace after a long day…
Perhaps I shouldn’t have said it. But I did. And guess what? He lost. He lost this thing that was so important to him. This contest was all he had. I said “Use the clover!” And he wanted to. But he grabbed the wrong container. Poison. In for a taste, and he’s gone. Why was there poison at a cooking contest?
green st patricks day drinking beer green beer beards green hats beads short guys short fat guys
clover is a flower it is green with three petals. It grows in the ground and needs water to grow. There are four leaf clovers and three leaf clovers. Four
Clover; I have never really heard much of this word. I don’t even really know what it means. But, I do enjoy saying it. Clover. There, i just said it. Clover might be a word that means the best thing, but I would not know. Maybe I’m missing out. Maybe I’m not. But I guess I will never know. 30 seconds, up…now…3..2..1. clover.
Will I have good luck this time? Or are you just a waste of it? Do I dare give you my heart? Will you treat it right? Or will you tear it from my chest and crush it under toe?
the smell of colver filled the air, remindin gme of my childhood in ireland, where wed play in the fields for hours. thesemll of clover and the chirping of birds wakin us up in the evenings.
What does fart taste like?
After watching the roll me in the clover antics of the mad couple, Jensen moved away from the trailer. Numb to the world on the inside and outside, he moved through the falling ash like a zombie. Off in the distance he could see the sunlight glinting through the clouds on the horizon.
The hill was beautiful, really. I remember it vaugely, but what I do remember is clovers. Green and small and everything I had ever wanted at the moment. We became best friends by experimentally popping the weeds into our mouths, dissolving into giggles at the look on our faces. We’re best friends. And now I know how horribly clovers taste.
We laid there on our stomaches in the lush green feild for hours, scanning for a four leaf clover, we thought if be brought it back to our father, he’d be fine in the war. We thought that we could save his life, before he’d even left.
“I found one” my brother had jumped to his feet “I found one!” we ran home and presented it to my father, my father took it and prompty crushed it and chastised us for spending his last day with us in a feild
we kissed in fields of clover and fell down a rabbit hole