The Frosted Clover

As we approach the end of this year, some memories will remain in our heart and mind, and some will diminish with time. Memories of happiness, struggle, sorrow, devastation, and fear can teach us to be patient and resourceful, to be vigilant and strong and to be humble as a human being.

 

MEMORY

 
My mind lets go a thousand things,
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings,
And yet recalls the very hour-
‘Twas noon by yonder village tower,
And on the last blue noon in May
The wind came briskly up this way,
Crisping the brook beside the road;
Then, pausing here, set down its load
of pine-scents, and shook listlessly
Two petals from that wild-rose tree.
 
Thomas Bailey Aldrich
 

Frosted Clover Leaves

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