Tuesday 22 March 2016

Spring Grass


"Shoots of the big green whisper of the year..."

Yep, it's going to be Spring poems all week here to celebrate its arrival at last.


Spring Grass - Carl Sandburg

Spring grass, there is a dance to be danced for you.
Come up, spring grass, if only for young feet.
Come up, spring grass, young feet ask you.

Smell of the young spring grass,
You're a mascot riding on the wind horses.
You came to my nose and spiffed me. This is your lucky year.

Young spring grass just after the winter,
Shoots of the big green whisper of the year,
Come up, if only for young feet.
Come up, young feet ask you.

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