A WALK THROUGH GREEN CLOVER � Sharon ([email protected]) A walk through green clover, past grazing cows and a Sycamore tree. The boy carried his new pole over, his shoulder proudly for everyone to see. Heading for the pond he was going, carrying fishing pole and gear. A grin upon his face was showing, trudging along with no sign of fear. He fretted not that there might be a bear, he cared not that he deserted his chores. He knew that the pretty girl might be there, Strolling along the water's shores. He walked upon the fishing pier, and tossed his line into the deep. He saw her standing oh so very near, and smiled without uttering even a peep. This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page Free search engine submission and placement services!