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| New Grass by � riddleofsteel When I see the grass of spring, It make me think of many things. Of winter�s cold and time of sleep, Of food prepared and stored to keep. The fire�s glow and warmth of hearth, Twinkling stars that light the dark. The cold wind howls and bare trees sing, It�s frosty grip on everything. The morning sun to warm the earth, Young plants green in joy of birth. Flowers raising painted faces, Lighting dark and soiled places. Bugs that buzz and take to wing, To harvest what the season brings. So I bend and scratch the ground, Steel tools happy clicking sounds. Expectant seeds I put away, Will rise to greet me from the clay. Growing quick as small birds sing, They soon compete with grass of spring. |
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