Frustration Again Poem by Edwina Reizer

I am lost in the woods
and have found my way
to lie among clover
and spend my day.

The sun overhead is brilliant
and there's not a care in sight.
I will stay in this place gladly
until the approach of night.

I will take a clover home,
one with petals four.
And if it brings me luck
again I will search for more.

But I can't remember
where I was?
And the only thing that
forgetfulness does
is frustrate me today.