The Brown Grass of Summer
The brown grass of summer is finally here,
but you will not hear us yell a cheer
because all the hard work to keep it green
has been for naught and knowingly unforseen.
We cross fingers each year when summer comes,
hoping our raking and watering has green-thumbs,
however the brown grass takes over once again,
and like we do each time, we sit and complain.
The sun is too hot, the rain sparse and light,
our grass begs and pleads for the cool of the night,
but August starves and kills in the night and day
so sometimes, by George, we just need to get away.
The brown grass of summer is finally here,
we cross fingers each year when summer comes;
The sun is hot, the rain sparse and light,
but alas,
we know
dear grass, you put up
a good fight.
but you will not hear us yell a cheer
because all the hard work to keep it green
has been for naught and knowingly unforseen.
We cross fingers each year when summer comes,
hoping our raking and watering has green-thumbs,
however the brown grass takes over once again,
and like we do each time, we sit and complain.
The sun is too hot, the rain sparse and light,
our grass begs and pleads for the cool of the night,
but August starves and kills in the night and day
so sometimes, by George, we just need to get away.
The brown grass of summer is finally here,
we cross fingers each year when summer comes;
The sun is hot, the rain sparse and light,
but alas,
we know
dear grass, you put up
a good fight.
Published by Julie Wimmer
Julie worked in tv/film for years. She now works part time instructing preschool gym and fitness classes at a local YMCA. She also has traveled around the US and has a good sense and knowlege of different st... View profile
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Great job. Not as much brown grass here this year. We have been blessed with a lot of rain
people that are mowing yards here now have dead grass!
I hear ya! We didn't mow for weeks or months and the grass is almost completely brown; it hurts to walk on it with bare feet. We had full grown Queen Anne's lace in our yard, which means we hadn't mowed it in a while. We only mowed to cut those down. We finally had a storm last night at received half an inch. My garden is also thirsty! All that rain in the Spring and then nothin'. :)
We have a couple of brown patches. Not too pretty. Nice poem.
Our grass has some green but getting browner every day!
Brown grass doesn't have to be mowed as often - perhaps that is the "glass half full" side of it :) cheers!
Great imagery!
Cute poem ... and so true about the grass.
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