The Gardener

Written on 12/02 at 07:42 PM by Andy Posner 3 comments

Filed under: poetry

The Gardener

We have pitched a simple man against the
Thousand blades of grass.
Once a week the battle is waged;
Each green sword glints with dew.

But our man is well armed; we have given
Him motors, gasoline, blades faster
Than the wind, and so he goes trampling
because our yard needs taming.
He leaves the lawn strewn with
Green bodies--their scent reaches up
To my poet’s nose.

For the moment victory smells like sprinklers
And empty fields.
For the moment our house is in order.

Then the grass regroups, sends out reinforcements--
Now the mothers are lamenting for their children;
They are fighting for their existence, for their land,
And they will not be vanquished.

A week passes and the proud grass
Waves beneath its wind.
The grass has a human spirit that
Grows endlessly, sprouts from the soil,
And wonders why we bother to hire
Mercenaries to fight a battle
That can never have an end.






Comments

I admire the valuable information you offer in your articles. I will bookmark your blog and have my children check up here often. I am quite sure they will learn lots of new stuff here than anybody else!  [url="http://www.sendflowers.ru/eng/flowers-russia-saint_petersburg/"]flowers in Petersburg
[/url]

Great post! I’m just starting out in community management/marketing media and trying to learn how to do it well - resources like this article are incredibly helpful. As our company is based in the US, it’s all a bit new to us. The example above is something that I worry about as well, how to show your own genuine enthusiasm and share the fact that your product is useful in this case sales compensation software

This is a great piec…

Page 1 of 1 pages

Name:

Email:

Location:

URL:

Remember my personal information

Notify me of follow-up comments?

Submit the word you see below:


Next entry: It's Snowing in Providence!

Previous entry: My 24th Birthday