Irish Clover

Irish Clover

Feb 10, 2012 by Bud Lemire

I remember it as long ago

Of a girl that I came to know

I met her on the C.B.Radio in '76

It was a 10-4 then in a friendship mix

She lived just a block away from me

So we got together often, just to be

I remember playing basketball in her lot

Next to the garage and house was the spot

She showed me how to swing a bat

By the Washington school, can you imagine that

She'd come by my house, to visit me

Just past the kitchen is where I'd be

What is that orange stuff that your parents drink

I told her it was apricot juice, that's what I think

I remember one birthday, she brought a gift for me

Wrapped in a paper-towel holder is what I could see

It was a bunch of peanuts inside the shell

I loved nuts, she knew that as well

She reads my poems every time she's here

I wanted to thank her for memories I hold dear

I bet she'll know before this poem is over

That this poem is about my 10-4 buddy, Irish Clover

This is for Debbie LaMarche-Micheau, who comes here to visit her friend Rob Erickson.

I knew her during the C.B. Craze in the 70's and we'd get together often to hang out.

I lived on North 14^th street and she lived on North 15^th street.

I wrote this poem for you Debbie, to thank you for being part of some good memories.