Lucky Heather
LUCKY HEATHER
The Gypsy offers a posy of heather
Each week as I walk by.
“Be lucky love,” she always says.
And every week I wonder why
A bunch of heather would bring me luck.
So, today, without slowing my pace,
I said, “I’m already lucky love”
And tripped and fell flat on my face.
Copyright © Bryn Strudwick | Year Posted 2023
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