Jake A. Poet Free verse

Burning Grass and 100 Syllables of Tragedy

I can forgive as easily as snow
      will melt at winters end,
         and meekly though
I say they hardly know I was as rough
       as country roads can bend,
             is it as tough
To leave the burning grass behind and feel
          the same with fields
      no smoke has covered yet?
we live for stormy days and know the real
            in life will yield,
        as sure as surest bet
I like this, drifted far away to grass
ablaze and wild to watch the tragedy.

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