Work in Prograss
I love grass,
grass is great
to look at,
and serves a
useful purpose.
It rustles, with who knows
what mouse hidden delights,
that creep in hidden safety
beneath the green.
In the grass,
the sun kisses you,
the wind teases you,
friends are envious.
Grass covers the hills
without it they would
be brown and dry
like a lizards skin.
In the grass,
beetles scurry,
spiders wait
tiny kingdoms rise and fall.
grass is the lands shirt
buttoned with oak,
cuffed with hedgerow
ironed by the sun.
In the grass,
I walk,
careful tread,
carefree head.
The grass waves,
I wave back,
it bows,
as the wind
passes by.