Louis Untermeyer

(1885-1977 / United States)

Long Feud - Poem by Louis Untermeyer

Where, without bloodshed, can there be
A more relentless enmity
Than the long feud fought silently

Between man and the growin grass.
Man's the aggressor, for he has
Weapons to humble and harass

The impudent spears that charge upon
His sacred privacy of lawn.
He mows them down, and they are gone

Only to lie in wait, although
He builds above and digs below
Where never a root would dare to go.

His are the triumphs till the day
There's no more grass to cut away
And, weary of labor, weary of play,

Having exhausted every whim,
He stretches out each conquering limb.
And then the small grass covers him.

Form: Tercet


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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 9, 2015



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