Life In Clover Poem by Bill Galvin

Life In Clover

Rating: 5.0


It is halfway across
This seeming continent of grassy blades,
Filled with three-leafed clover plants,
And stems of tufted white clover flowers;
This tiny spider in a world of giant greenness,
Up and down and over and under and through;
No impediment too imposing;
No challenge too difficult;
No task, no climb impossible;
No journey too long,
Because there is
No judgment…
It just keeps on keeping on.

6-5-2016

Sunday, June 5, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: zen
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 05 June 2016

Very wise and amazing poem is drafted and shared really.10

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Bill Galvin 05 June 2016

Thank you so much, Kumarmani.

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