What Is The Grass? Poem by Lee Ann Brown
What Is The Grass?
The child asks, bringing it to me in handfuls.
We stop at the Walt Whitman Service Area—
No sign of Him save some 'Democratic Vistas'
& 'Drum Taps' on a plaque near the Micky D's
Let's go find the grass
I say to my two-year-old beauty and
We pick one blade from the median
Then back we go in the forever car
Hours later, pulling into Richmond
She, half awake in my arms mumbles
Let's go find the grass
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/25/2024 12:03:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
