Blades of Grass

I try to take advantage of any activities I can find in the area that might seem fun, entertaining, or different. Sometimes they may take me out of my comfort level, but I try to make to most out of every situation. I was looking for times that the planetarium had free shows (Saturdays at 2:30 and 3:30 throughout the JMU school year) and I came across "Poet Tree Reading" where anyone is welcome to come a read an original poem about nature. I thought to myself, why not? I printed out my mountain lion dream poem and decided I would give another poem a try. Ce and I went down to the arboretum and saw the group which looked to be a few JMU professors and their creative writing class. It was a fun experience. Here is one of the poems I read:

Blades of Grass

i used to love blades of grass

trampling below my feet

as i ran around at the park.

i used to love blades of grass

pulling it up by the handful

and letting it go in the wind.

i used to love blades of grass

cushioning my back

as i somersaulted and rolled down the hills.

i used to love blades of grass

filling my nostrils

with the sweet smell when freshly cut.

i used to love blades of grass

listening to the trill

when placed between my two thumbs.

at age 9 i rolled rolled rolled

down the hill so fast

i could not see the rocks covered up by the patches of grass.

9 stitches for the 9 year old.

grass blades cut like steel blades

leaving my legs

red and tender.

i cannot smell or see the fresh mown lawn

with my watery eyes

and my sneezing nose.

I used to love blades of grass