The Blue Shamrocks

by Tom Hyland


 

While strolling through the park one Day,

I saw a bench and took a Seat.

The skies were Blue, like a Jay,

when perchance I gazed upon my Feet.

 

There, nestled amongst the stones and Grass,

I spied a most curious Oddity.

Two little shamrocks of Blue Mass

were shining like Stars of the Sea.

 

As I reached gently down to pluck One,

a voice whispered "No, no, don't do!"

So I left them both there in the Sun,

to please another visitor - like You.

 

to Autumn Leaves, an online poetry journal
volume 12(8)
April 15, 2008
This poem is copyright © 9/25/95, Tom Hyland, all rights reserved.
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