The Luck We Find
Discovering Magic in the Everyday
They say the luck is in the clover,
the fourth leaf hiding from the rest,
but I have found it spread wide over
the ordinary world and blessed.
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It lives in fiddles bright and ringing,
in hillsides catching morning gold,
in every voice that keeps on singing
the same sweet stories, years grown old.
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It dances in the reels of laughter,
in flower-crowns of white and green,
in all we chase and all we're after,
the gold beyond the rainbow's gleam.
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Put on your green, and raise your glass,
and let the fiddles play their song,
for luck is not a thing that passes,
it's where you choose to be all along.
May the luck of the Irish be with all of you!
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
Let your becoming be louder than your fear, and your smallest steps become the road you once thought impossible to walk. An Appalachian poet and cookbook author my book Beautiful and Brutal Things is on Amazon, Link 👇
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