SANDSTITCHING
The sea sandsifting
Birds sandshifting
The wind sanddrifting
but the grass....
sandstitching
-saiom shriver-
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Ah! The first spine of light
Dawn again, and I made it through the night.
Soon my owner will come and water me.
I hope he wakes soon as I am thirst-ee
Lookin' forward to hangin' with the boys on the lawn
could use a trim today, as my tips are getting long
Bob told me last night of a time without Bill,
when grasses like us could grow at free will,
supposedly we'd climb almost 6 feet high,
that's all the way up to Bill's eye.
Our long seeds would blow through the breeze,
sometimes they'd get higher than the trees
I'm glad all that's over, the tall growing stuff.
no sharing with clover, it's not half as rough.
Grass is lush and green
it truly enjoys the rain
can't wait for Summer.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
May.9/2012
It's the color of life.
My life,
green grass.
New life
seed sprouts.
Renewed life,
tree leaves.
It's the color of envy
My envy,
of life.
Your envy,
of them.
Everyone's envy
of stuff.
It's the color of freshness
My freshness
clean clothes
Their freshness
dirty words
Earth's freshness,
new life.
It's the color of movement
My movement,
my future.
Your movement,
full ahead
Someone's movement
beyond reach.
Green.