Life In Clover Poem by Bill Galvin

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