Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans

Four Leaf Clovers

Rare or not rare

That's what I've always wondered

I say not rare

I'm just one of those people

Without that much luck

Because if they truly are rare

Then my aunt

Wouldn't have such a collection of them

My friends

Wouldn't be finding them by the handful

Every time we sit in a patch of grass and clovers

I don't really bother looking anyways

So who am I to say

If they're rare

Or not rare

I've found a few

All by chance

Sitting at the right place

At the right time

And actually paying attention

If you wish to call it luck

Go ahead

I'm not one to argue

I'm not exactly sure

What makes people prize them

They're just a clover

With four leaves

Clovers are bountiful

What makes these special?

And we're back to the question

That's always pestered my mind

They're rare

That's what makes them special

Are they though?

This town seems to be full of them

Only if you're looking

And only if you're lucky