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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.)

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21 Comments

  1. Sadly we trample on so much. Great words.

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  2. Grass isn't the only thing we trample while taking shortcuts. Great poem Sandy.

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  3. lovely poem...thanks for sharing!

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  4. lovely thoughts, interesting how our parents and grand parents influence us in small and large ways

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  5. i like it. a lot of respect. :)

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  6. I liked the slow of your poem ... very well told tale :-)

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  7. Always beautiful words and thoughts, Sandy! I love it as always! Hope your weekend is going well!

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  8. Anonymous1:06 PM

    Just wonderful Sandy, as all your poetry is.

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  9. Anonymous1:06 PM

    Just wonderful Sandy, as all your poetry is.

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  10. I think far too much effort and water is spent on growing grass.....I like the feel of it under my toes!

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  11. Oh how I remember to "keep off the grass"
    Too funny
    Now I don't have any! Sigh
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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  12. 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.

    To this day it give me a thrill to walk on the grass at the corners.
    ..

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  13. cutting corners as often gotten me in trouble

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  14. Respect for what your father taught you! Beautifully described.

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  15. Yes, one need to take care to preserve beauty. Little pain is worth it.

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  16. Anonymous7:10 PM

    great words...yes!

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  17. love the poem, love the book. A wonderful collection of poetry I've enjoyed again and again.

    Hugs, G

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  18. 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....

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  19. My 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!!!

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  20. Really nice Sandy. Love the metaphor. May we all teach our children not to cut corners, grow, don't walk on the grass.

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  21. I love "...The labor of letting it
    Be..."

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