THE CLOVER PATCH
We're searching for our clovers,
Most clovers in the clover patch
But we're looking for our clovers,
If only we could find them
As we search the tears begin to flow
We feel so very lucky
So we reach into the clover patch
Their color is so bright and green.
The extra leaf is theirs alone.
Then we look into the clover patch
Someday we'll all be clovers
"VISIT WITH LUKE"
.....by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
The ones we just can't seem to find.
We know they're in the clover patch.
They went there way before their time.
Have only three green leaves.
Each representing faith, hope, love
Of a life that was complete.
The one's with leaves of four,
Another leaf that represents
A young spirit that has soared.
And gather in our special clover.
We'd hold them close against us
And know their life's not really over.
And drop like rain upon the patch.
The four leaf clovers grow so tall
We know there's nothing that they lack.
To have found them with our tears.
We finally have them back again
And there's nothing left to fear.
For the one we recognize.
Just as we grasp it's stem to pick
That's when we start to realize.
That added leaf makes them so bold.
They stand out amongst the others
Because they have a special soul.
They earned it when they died.
No one can take it from them.
They'll be forever recognized.
At all they're surrounded by.
Faith and hope and love are there.
We couldn't pluck them if we tried.
And our leaves will be of three
In the patch with four leaf clovers
Lucky throughout eternity.
© 2007 - Christine Ross
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