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Luck
Abbie Farwell Brown
I sought a four-leaved clover,—
The grass was gemmed with dew,—
I searched the meadow over
To find a four-leaved clover;
I was a lucky rover,—
You sought the charm-grass, too,
And seeking luck and clover
I found it—finding you.
Reflection
4Abbie Farwell Brown’s poem Luck invites us to rethink where fortune truly lives. We often search the fields of life for symbols — four-leaf clovers, chance opportunities, the elusive “big break.” Yet, Brown gently reminds us that the greatest treasure may not be found underfoot, but beside us. Luck is revealed in the people who enter our lives, walk with us, and remind us we’re never alone. Sometimes, what we call coincidence is actually grace wearing an ordinary disguise. The question is not whether luck exists — but whether our eyes are open enough to notice it.
🌱 Reader Interaction
As you read this poem, ask yourself:
When in your life did you realize that the greatest “luck” you found was actually a person or relationship, rather than a thing?