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
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