BLADES OF GRASS

 

Youth has no care,

of death or time,

it has not lived,

enough to know.

 

That the years are,

as blades of grass,

if they’re not cut,

they grow.

 

But, if they’re cut

they are no more,

than thatch,

upon the lawn.

 

But, if allowed,

to grow and grow,

a chore,

they shall become.

 

 

Jack Downing

June 2009

 

 

 

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Hearth and Health are wonderful things and if you're without either such sorrow that brings So I cannot express enough thanks to my Lord and to my family and friends for the support you afford! ~Jack Downing~
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