Green As Grass Poems - Poems about Green As Grass

Now green the grass and trim the lawn The birds are singing dawn to dawn The trees are budding – as they will Now spring is here the woods to fill The stones are back upon the wall From which they fell away last fall A pot of pansies on the step Will greet the sun with hands outstretched – My love is...

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Grass is green, we know that’s true, less green, at times, for me than you. The traffic in the lane I’m in, is always slower. I just can’t win. It seems at times that everyone else is doing better than myself. That’s when I stop, before I crash and realize that I’m talking trash. I haven’t walked in others shoes and don’t know what...

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Will You Help Me See The Green, Green Grass Again Old man said, I've a peso and one old penny Lord help me, my sad thoughts are far too many Will you help me see the green, green grass again Join me this new morn, as a long lost and dear friend? Old man said, yesterday I spent my last...

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"When the fading Sun, slowly waste away; I'll lay sleeping, beneath the long shadows of green Tall Grass." Ken Jordan...

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Life in Jozi is good so far, I got a job and made some friends Among those friends is an elderly man Who stay in the heart of Ebony pack There is some thing about this guy Though He has gaffes like every man, And I can quote the booze for one, He drink’s his beer...

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Green Colored Grass The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence, But that fence is so high off the ground. I search for a ladder so I can get across, But neither a ladder or even a foot stool can be found. I look at the fence with a critical eye, Why...

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See how grows the green, green grass where we wave our stars and stripes. And some still question our intent to bring that dark-skinned Muslim boy freedom and American sneakers. What rolling hills and shady trees our dropping bombs shall make. See how sunny the blue, blue skies where we wave our stars and stripes. While some yet mock out prosthetic limbs underneath American sneakers. What...

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See how grows the green, green grass where we wave our stars and stripes. And some still question our intent to bring that dark-skinned Muslim boy freedom and American sneakers. What rolling hills and shady trees our dropping bombs shall make. See how sunny the blue, blue skies where we wave our stars and stripes. While some yet mock out prosthetic limbs underneath American sneakers. What...

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