Christian Lacdael

Rookie - 55 Points (Bury St. Edmunds, England)

Dead Grass - Poem by Christian Lacdael

Its best has past, once lush now harsh,
These unforgiving days won't last,
Wilted, weathered, stripped of colour,
We know without words life will recover,
Sights married to the sun and smiles,
A host to play and lazy days,
Desert dry ground fractures apart,
As the sorrowful plants look parched,
It's greener on the other side,
There seems but patches still alive,
Fields in the sun damaged and changed,
Once latched onto ground winds whip up,
Growing weary of this season,
On the verge of having enough,  
Unshaded regions nigh ruined,
The dead grass reflects the harsh sun.

Topic(s) of this poem: nature

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 28, 2014

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