I never set eyes on a clover-field now,
Or fool around a stable, or climb in the mow,
But my childhood comes back just as clear and as plain,
As the smell of the clover I’m sniffing again.
— James Whitcomb Riley said that
I never set eyes on a clover-field now,
Or fool around a stable, or climb in the mow,
But my childhood comes back just as clear and as plain,
As the smell of the clover I’m sniffing again.
— James Whitcomb Riley said that