Emerald hope

Upon a country dirt road,

The journey there was not easy,

A house plain and simple,

Yet treasures found, oh my!

Surrounding the home,

My eyes filled with wonder,

How could this be?

A field of clovers, never seen.

Not just clovers,

Each one with four leaves,

Only a few with three,

Most left to remain.

Yet I picked just one,

Placed it in a book,

Ensuring it stayed intact,

Through travels and moves, it’s still there.

This four-leaf clover,

A reminder of where I started,

Beautiful beginnings,

I still hold the luck.

It’s more than luck,

It represents life,

Proof even without search,

Where my first words were spoken.

Emerald promises guided me,

Brought me hope,

Carried me through,

A journey of life.