All Hail The Mighty Weed!

Sunday, November 8, 2009

when did it start

the love of the lawn

endless sea of green

soft and tender

underfoot

natures carpet

to frolic upon

roll and play

used as feed

for many an animal

forage for a meal

in rolled in the weed

many shapes and forms

prickly or not

flowered or clinging

ground cover for some

spoiling the greenery

for many

yank pull cut dig

no stopping

the green vermin

stop it now

bring in the pro

a gunfighter of sorts

the weed killer

rode into town

with promises aplenty

worry no more

action it will take

machine or by man

lay down the spray

pellets by some

time and money

watch them die

but wait

like a swamp creature

from the deep

a lawn nightmare returns

jason could admire

a nightmare back

a summer scream uttered

didn't kill us all

badder then before

overcome the weak sister

lawn

let nature take its

course

do what it will

hail the mighty weed

and remember the 60's

grass is for smoking

Morning Mists

early morning
darkness covered
sitting waiting
for the sun
to start the
unveiling

time passes
but darkness holds
its grip on the night
wondering the cause
outside ventured

fog had settled
blocking the light
like a fairy tale dream
visible objects peeking
shrouded by mist
clouding the vision
erie feeling
another time perhaps

silence of the birds
as they waited
for their day
to begin
to forage for daily
sustenance

heat of the day
brings a sigh
of relief
songs of nature
awake as one

all is well
once more

All Hail The Mighty Weed!

Sunday, November 8, 2009


when did it start
the love of the lawn
endless sea of green
soft and tender
underfoot
natures carpet
to frolic upon
roll and play
used as feed
for many an animal
forage for a meal

in rolled in the weed
many shapes and forms
prickly or not
flowered or clinging
ground cover for some
spoiling the greenery
for many

yank pull cut dig
no stopping
the green vermin
stop it now
bring in the pro
a gunfighter of sorts
the weed killer
rode into town
with promises aplenty
worry no more
action it will take
machine or by man
lay down the spray
pellets by some
time and money
watch them die

but wait
like a swamp creature
from the deep
a lawn nightmare returns
jason could admire
a nightmare back
a summer scream uttered
didn't kill us all
badder then before
overcome the weak sister
lawn

let nature take its
course
do what it will
hail the mighty weed
and remember the 60's

grass is for smoking

Sunrise Sunset

Thursday, November 12, 2009
the sun slowly rising
creeping upward
ever so slowly
light streaking across
the sky
mingled in with
scattered clouds
bits of pink and orange
playing hide and seek
nature starting its
stretch
morning yawn
still a chill
in the air
muffled sounds
of the waves
rolling to the shores
soft cries of the birds
as they search
for their daily food
circling overhead
the sight of a fish
breaking the water
the quiet movement
of people slowly
making way to join others
in a singular way
along the sands
looking forward
to a new day
looking for change
or continuation
of what has been
bestowed upon them
for some
the search goes on

the sun heavy with
a full day behind it
slowly gathering
downward heading
reaching for the horizon
the expectations
of the day
maybe fullfilled
the darkness creeping
from behind
pushing at the colors
of the soon
night time sky
a quiet time begins
birds flutter about
searching for the nest
energy of the day
all but expelled
fish drift off to sleep
to the depths
they call home
some do gather
chairs for sand
drink in hand
slowly settle in
to watch nature's show
a stillness returns
words not uttered
lost in thought
light turns to dark
the cycle to return
the day wish to continue
or the hope for
a new begining

what is your wish

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