An Ode to Grass
It is usually best
in the Spring,
glowing pretty and bright,
vibrantly green.
The strands are slender tendrils
cut short in uniformity,
though there are a few strays
which make their way out of line.
The scent of it is fresh
and merry,
and can turn your frown
into a smile of fancy.
When the days are hot
it is lovely to lay upon,
for it has a sweet and much
appreciated cooling affect.
The soil beneath is lucky
to have it growing upon it,
and don't forget,
that grass is a splendor of the days.
My family always gives me grief about how much I used to hate grass. When I was a baby they would hover me above it and laugh when I would pull my feet up to my head to avoid touching it! Nowadays I love walking barefoot in the grass and I love the stanza, 'when days are hot it is lovely to lay upon, for it has a sweet and much appreciated cooling affect.' Well said!
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of "lucky" soil, and there's some beautiful half rhyme (and metaphor) in there with "slender tendrils."
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