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'Working on a series of 'offbeat' nature
poems, 'case it isn't obvious. Grass proved to be quite a challenge, but I had to give it a try. Got time & the mood strikes, let me know if Dust, Sol, and Barefoot are different enough to
sustain interest. Thanks so much for
coming. Peace and Love, 'Pea'
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Just grass. Just the green and sometimes ragged kind. Just the jawin’ under ye ole oak kind doesn’t mind a wild onion or two. That prickles a mite, and encourages a robin to knock in case worms are home. Kind always needs to be mowed, that even soothes. Anger-caused wounds your forte, we hear. Pioneers gasped at the waves of your forebears’ wheat- gold flags. Let high-hats import over-bred velvet takes an entire army to pamper and guard. We only hope you survive our poison. Can come back tomorrow to help cushion our falls. Lay carpet – second though it may be -- for “dandy-lions” and cavorting toddlers. Smooth our way by caring enough to grow. We promise to keep bringing you flowers. Little curlicued fences you like. Forget that grinches stake Do Not Trespass. Worth a fine to feel you. Smell the tart yet sugar-rich snack keeps a critter coming back. Call it soul food. None for those who rob hands that earn callouses planting and weeding. If we share, maybe you will spread blankets for all. What fun we’ll all have picnicking on you each spring. Watching you wriggle your heads through snow, slyly peek through fall’s red, yellow, pumpkin, and wine. Love to find you sprinkling a late-May lawn with emeralds you fake with found material, rather than enslave the poor. The trees we all love disturb you sometimes. Yin and yang. You up-end paving stones and get into carpets. Scale balances. Say you’ll stay. Pretty up parks for our children, and theirs. Deal-? We will help all we-. . .Hey, that tickles!
Somethings are taken for granted until they're taken away from us. It is then we see the beauty, and the need for even a blade of grass. Pea, you're talking to me, today. And this makes it twice in one day. I loved this poem enough to frame it.
Opening reminds me of some of Robert Frost's descriptions of biches and walls, but of course goes in a different direction. I'm trying to get a semi-wild looking back yard, so it resonates.
This poem with it's accompanying photo brings everything down to the simplest commone denominator. So much we take for granted so rare we give back to the soil and mother nature.Impressive write Phylis
Felix
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on October 20, 2005
You would pick the hard subjects to delve into, huh? I liked this though, you gave us an entirely different look-see about something we take for granted.
It has been said that women and grass soften the outline of the hard world. I am inclined to believe this. About Dust, Sol, and Barefoot, Pea, you've got dry, you've got hot, and you're COOL now with Barefoot Best? Thanks for letting us 'feel' your words. Nature supplies you with a plenty choices.
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When wisdom meets art, humanity flows and "Barefoot Best" brings its message and glows.
This poem is poetic grandiose.
Thank You for posting this masterpiece. "Barefoot Best" will
stand by the doors of the millennia.
Healthy Long Life, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Carmen :-)
Felix
Sage
That's the ticket...lol