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A grass led life

Did you ever see a Suns ray beaming on a hill Beaming without knowing it was causing such a thrill The thrill to see the beauty, the beauty of the green The lush and green grass, the lushest I’ve ever seen Beaming, beaming brightly lighting up the glory The glory of the growing grass, can it maybe tell a story A story of the picnic blankets it’s lain under keeping warm Listening to the chitter chatter of lovers soon to be sworn The grass can tell some stories, of people passsing by Of sitting under yonder tree, some people sometimes cry Cry of missing loved ones, cry of tired old legs, Cry of not really knowing will life even bring any dregs The grass can tell a story of the shiny, slimy worm That wriggles far beneath it, sometimes tickling with a squirm Grass tells of all the footsteps that press it down some days Then the gardener who comes and waters, bringing out a raise Oh grass you are so lovely, you smell so nice when cut Do tell us all your stories of life led under foot Do you enjoy just being green, just being one two and three Enjoying being a cushioned floor to sit on for you and me.

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Date: 12/28/2021 8:24:00 PM
Hey Angie….I love this one and love the smell of cut grass also…..there’s nothing like real grass and I speak of the lawn kind only!!!! Ha……Debx
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Angela Tune
Date: 12/29/2021 3:41:00 AM
Hahahahaha thanks Deb, ye I was a bit dubious about the title of this actually...A grass led life...:)