This is for Her; of course it's a recurring theme, like carp.
This is a ditty 'bout how the grass grows
Tough and random, not careful laid rows
Bluegrass, fescue, whichever you chose
Dew clinging loosely, licks at my toes
A wafting spring scent, whenever she mows
A soft summer playground for jays and the crows
Midnight snack for the bunnies and does
Natural stage for backyard shows
A scrapbook filled with young superbowl throws
The subject for many a poet and prose
Listen real careful, you can hear as wind blows
Catching your tears in the midst of your woes
A mat for meditation...your heartbeat slows
Supporting young love even as they propose
Flashback of all the highs and the lows
I believe that's how the story goes,
But I'm not really sure anyone knows.
yv
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