Never Walking on Grass
Never walking on grass,
I have learned to turn at right angles
On sidewalks where common sens
Would say, cut the corner,
Straighten the lie.
Never walking on grass
Is something a fther teaches.
When Iturn those corners,
I consider my father's lessons:
The kind of labor that goes into the growing
Of grass
In difficult places,
Such as corners,
The labor of letting it
Be, committed
To letting it grow.
(This is an oldie from my collection,
Seventeen Park Lane.)
One Single Impression
21 Comments
Sadly we trample on so much. Great words.
ReplyDeleteGrass isn't the only thing we trample while taking shortcuts. Great poem Sandy.
ReplyDeletelovely poem...thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeletelovely thoughts, interesting how our parents and grand parents influence us in small and large ways
ReplyDeletei like it. a lot of respect. :)
ReplyDeleteI liked the slow of your poem ... very well told tale :-)
ReplyDeleteAlways beautiful words and thoughts, Sandy! I love it as always! Hope your weekend is going well!
ReplyDeleteJust wonderful Sandy, as all your poetry is.
ReplyDeleteJust wonderful Sandy, as all your poetry is.
ReplyDeleteI think far too much effort and water is spent on growing grass.....I like the feel of it under my toes!
ReplyDeleteOh how I remember to "keep off the grass"
ReplyDeleteToo funny
Now I don't have any! Sigh
Hugs
SueAnn
Hi Sandy, I'm liking this one. Do you know that you should cut off the shorcut across the grass once every year or so? Otherwise it will become public domain from a legal standpoint like squater's rights.
ReplyDeleteTo this day it give me a thrill to walk on the grass at the corners.
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cutting corners as often gotten me in trouble
ReplyDeleteRespect for what your father taught you! Beautifully described.
ReplyDeleteYes, one need to take care to preserve beauty. Little pain is worth it.
ReplyDeletegreat words...yes!
ReplyDeletelove the poem, love the book. A wonderful collection of poetry I've enjoyed again and again.
ReplyDeleteHugs, G
It's a beautiful poem Sandy and an honor for me to know you virtually! You have a remarkable talent. I am thinking now about my father and the love he had for his lawn and roses....
ReplyDeleteMy dad said the same thing!!!! And I remember being yelled at by the school janitor (using a bullhorn no less) for cutting across the school lawn. I must have been in first or second grade and that memory has stayed with me all those years!!!
ReplyDeleteReally nice Sandy. Love the metaphor. May we all teach our children not to cut corners, grow, don't walk on the grass.
ReplyDeleteI love "...The labor of letting it
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