The Grass Weeps
Grass on ditch bank kneeling prayerfully.
Rain and snow forced it down.
Weary and weeping, bowed at the edge.
Damp, recent heaviness.
Sun is out and the tall tufts over a foot long glisten.
Moistness of contrasting dirt with brown blades.
Accentuated in the softness of morning breaking dawn.
Spring soon will come and burden just a memory.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
Grass on ditch bank kneeling prayerfully.
Rain and snow forced it down.
Weary and weeping, bowed at the edge.
Damp, recent heaviness.
Sun is out and the tall tufts over a foot long glisten.
Moistness of contrasting dirt with brown blades.
Accentuated in the softness of morning breaking dawn.
Spring soon will come and burden just a memory.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
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