from 'Wonderful and Wise'
I have pulled it, dug it, poisoned it
but never gotten rid of it.
A friend told me of an herbicide
supposed to be effective
but I am doubtful
anything can work.
For if the apocalyptic bomb were dropped
that left the earth a desolate waste
what would I expect
first from sterile sands
but the distinctive leaf and runner
of… Bermuda.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reading the poem weeds in my lawn came to mind. But on a more deeper thought it made me think how long our dear Earth can suntan the abuse that it is getting from us! A great thoughtful poem.
Thank you, Savita. Related, one of my favorite poems is a sonnet by Gerard Manley Hopkins titled God's Grandeur. I think you'll like it. -Glen