Rushes of grass, rushes of time,
a right palaver; so wrong; sublime,
where sweat drops down, to water plant,
as “Monty Don” begins to pant,
though secateurs; wielded so,
cannot stop that ancient grow,
for Pampas Grass, is on parade,
to cut those hands, in Sun and shade,
bin bags fill, as green recovers,
talking monkey, fears; it’s shudders,
then the wind; aids the bush,
waving strong, this plotting brush,
months went by; observant slave,
it taught the human to behave,
for thunderstorm, was mere feather,
as little man, wore thickened leather,
it sang its song, silent bloom,
most revered; in outside room,
even Pines, gave their bows,
when loud-proud person; hung out towels,
but at clothesline, spear leaves spoke,
“I’m still here, you silly bloke!
Feel every cut, you lot have made,
I’m Pampas Grass, I’m Garden-Blade!”
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This one is a homage to a green friend, who at times has been a fiend, due to it's very sharp nature. I am talking about my friend, the "Garden-Blade", the Pampas Grass. As much as we see ourselves as "master cultivators", nature is the ultimate farmer, and will remind us, who's really in charge. So although, this is a "silly slice of surrealism", it is also a slice of humble pie, that an all too proud species should swallow, especially in such errored times as these! If the attachment button has been friendly, then you will see a picture of the aforementioned "Garden-Blade". Please enjoyed reading this poem, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
- Category: Surrealist
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- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Poetic Licence
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Comments2
A wonderful poem that cuts to the heart of nature and all its magnificence. Very nicely worded with some clever ending rhymes. Loved it a fave
Thank you for the read, for your lovely words of praise and for favouriting this poem sorenbarrett, it is very much appreciated.
I hope that all is well.
You are most welcome
A wonderful write of nature and that nature will always be if you choose to use it, just like a friend, enjoyed the read
Thank you for the read and for you lovely words of praise, and for favouriting this poem Poetic License, it is very appreciated, and yes may we be a friend of flora, rather than its destroyer.
I hope that all is well.
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