Good Grass, Bad Grass, Ugly Grass

The cool green fingers tickling barefoot toes—
cut down, the chemicals of their own death
make for aromatherapy for woes
and take me back to Saturdays' sweet breath.

The soil may grow a peoples' common cause
from roots that augur landscapes good or bad.
The grass that grows could nourish or give pause,
and lawns and meadows once with hope turn sad.

When bluegrass fields have turned to angry crab
and lawn keepers are filled with deep chagrin,
they spread some chemicals from green thumb lab
and plan to to plant the grass of good again.




planted in Poets United Thursday Think Tank #59: Grass