Author Archives: The grey clover
My heart soars
My Heart SoarsBY CHIEF DAN GEORGE The beauty of the trees,the softness of the air,the fragrance of the grass,speaks to me.The summit of the mountain,the thunder of the sky,the rhythm of the sea,speaks to me.The faintness of the stars,the freshness of the morning,the dew drop on the flower,speaks to me.The strength of fire,the taste ofContinue reading “My heart soars”
Ponder the difference between want and need
From childhood’s hour
What life should be
What Life Should BeBY PATRICIA FLEMMINGTo learn while still a childWhat this life is meant to be.To know it goes beyond myselfIt’s so much more than me.To overcome the tragedies,To survive the hardest times.To face those moments filled with pain,And still manage to be kind.To fight for those who can’t themselves,To always share my light.WithContinue reading “What life should be”
LEISURE
LeisureBY W. H. DAVIESWHAT is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare?—No time to stand beneath the boughs,And stare as long as sheep and cows:No time to see, when woods we pass,Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:No time to see, in broad daylight,Streams full of stars, like skiesContinue reading “LEISURE”
Live better, seek better
Hello Clovers! Welcome back again. I hope you get off to a great start this week. Remember, if you want something you have to work for it. Becoming a better version of yourself (which has been the main focus this year) isn’t just all about talk. You have to take action and do things thatContinue reading “Live better, seek better”
Golden daffodils
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTHI wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-endingContinue reading “Golden daffodils”
“The moment of change is the only poem.” – Adrienne Rich
Strawberries
StrawberriesBY EDWIN MORGANThere were never strawberrieslike the ones we hadthat sultry afternoonsitting on the stepof the open french windowfacing each otheryour knees held in minethe blue plates in our lapsthe strawberries glisteningin the hot sunlightwe dipped them in sugarlooking at each othernot hurrying the feastfor one to comethe empty plateslaid on the stone togetherwith theContinue reading “Strawberries”
