I Am the Grass That Grows

Between the rows and rows of tombs of your beloved gone I cover all the bones that lay beneath me- I am the grass that grows. Soft and green in sun and rain and when ice falls down, down I rest peaceful under the pristine winter snow for no footsteps break my smoothness when fierce wild winds blow. I am the grass that grows. Come sad mourners in spring to weep and bring roses red rest on my velvety smoothness and pray do you hear the quiet whispers of the beloved bones beneath. I am the grass that grows. _______________________ April 2, 2018 Poetry/Personification/I am the Grass That Grows Copyright Protected, ID 18-1009728-01 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, It's A Shorty sponsor, Deborah Guenther Beachboard First Place _____________________________________ Poem of the Day - April 4, 2018