Constance La France Poet Personification

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I Am Grass

The horror of Covid dead bodies pile up in the grass,
they died alone and now my growing is disturbed;
bury them deep, so I, the grass can grow over them.

When I am done they will be out of sight, forgotten,
but, I pray some will remember and bring flowers;
to lay in my new grown green grass.

I welcome the rabbits, the squirrels, birds and chipmunks;
for they love being in the grass, that I am.

                  Yes, I am cemetery grass,
                  and I have a job to do!

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March 20, 2023


Poetry/Personification/I Am Grass
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1532-771-20
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, In The Grass
sponsor, Anthony Biaanco, Judged 05/30/2023

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Hat Bueckert March 20, 2023 at 11:42 AM I like your take on the theme, clever idea :) Constance La France March 20, 2023 at 3:35 PM Hat, thank you so much for the compliment, and comment, blessings, Constance