Thorned
Shamrock
I left
my house, a basket in hand
With
spring in full bloom across the land
Deciding
to walk against the wind
I
cleared my thoughts for my paper and pen
Romantic
and fresh the day was endearing
When I
came upon a small quiet clearing.
The
ground was covered in tiny shamrocks
I knew
it was perfect I ended my walk.
What
luck to find this soft little bed,
I'd
write my poems here instead.
Well,
soon my mind began to carry
Of
four-leaf clovers and an Irish fairy.
I
began to search the green patch for,
A
fragile clove with one leaf more.
Feeling
discouraged, I'd reached the end
When I
noticed a sprig at the very bend
I felt
so jolly, I couldn't concieve,
A four
leaf clover, who would believe?!
I
reached to grab it and ouch, a sting!
Frightened
now of this unnatural thing.
'Cause
in this world was never born
Another
shamrock bearing thorn.
Well,
I swiftly plucked it from the ground
In
hopes good luck would follow me around
And so
it did for the rest of my days
You
see, a little courage goes a long way.
I
carried with me this lesson for years
To get
what you want you must conquer your fear.
Sheila
Downs 1-00
Revised
3-01
Copyright
©2001 Sheila Downs
For
God hath not given us the spirit of Fear,
but of Power,
and of love, and of a Sound Mind
II Timothy 1:7
