In the Grass

There is something in the grass that reminds me of who I was; Once a young shepherd singing hillbilly blues, I didn't even have shoes. On grassy mountains, I did roam, faraway from my home; But I was happy everyday, like everyday was a holiday. Grass might be nuisance for many, but to me, it brought penny. It's a blessing for the others, and to the cattle and the horses. Even grass has a value. If we believe it, it can be true. To the children who play, it's a bed where they could lay. It's a cure for the aching, for the wounds that yearn for mending. Even a gem may not cure, but the grass, it's for sure. March 27, 2023 In The Grass Poetry Contest (honorable mention) Sponsored By: Anthony Biaanco