Treasure Island

Benjamin Michael Clark

(06/22/90 / Mattydale, NY)

Dusty Doorknobs

What happened
To the Innocent-
Dazzling-young girl
Who would search
For four-leaf clovers
In the field
Down by
The Lonely tree-

Submitted: Sunday, October 20, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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  • Valsa George (12/7/2013 10:26:00 AM)

    I believe, you have developed a fascination for her! Wait in the shade of the lonely tree, she might come again to look for four leaf clovers! ! Enjoyed! ! (Report) Reply

  • S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (11/15/2013 10:51:00 AM)

    Beautiful in brevity! Did she go someplace. U sketchd it rmembering n wording in an exquisite superb poetic repaint of a scene. (Report) Reply

  • Danny Draper (10/21/2013 6:18:00 AM)

    No doubt she grew as all people do, and became a delightful and strong young woman. :) (Report) Reply

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