Friday, August 16, 2013

What was grass?

"What was grass?",
he will ask.

And your great, great, great, grandaughter
will tell her son
that grass was green,
that there were lawns of grass
between the houses and the street,
and there were yards and parks,
where children played,
or so they say.


  1. I like this! It reminds me of a futuristic dystopian poem we had to read in school when I was a kid about the last rabbit in England. I should dig that out and post it sometime.

  2. Oh, very cool! A possible conversation in the future...

  3. ♪♪ A big yellow taxi came and took away my old man ... you never know what you've got till it's gone ...