What is grass? By: Lauren Jernberg
A child asks, “What is grass?” what is it?
It is a bed that keeps you safe at night.
A pillow for your head, soft as feathers.
After all, that’s what Grandpa said. It waves
Like a flag in the wind, a season for
The empire of the wild. The wild king who
Controls all, letting hopes and dreams come true.
He comes out at night to do nightly checks.
Makes sure all things are in their proper place.
Hiding when people are out and about,
He has a bad temper when things go wrong.
A force of nature, but never displaying
His full power. Always tipping trees to
Look like C’s. I never believed grandpa’s
Story for my dreams were meant to die. They
Never come to life. Days full of stress
And strife. My life is the rest stop, like a
Quite informal parking cop. Waiting for
Me to make a mistake. Never moving
Forward always going back. But after
All, that is how you stay on track. Unlike
Living in New Jersey, smoking crack.
Always falling from suck expectations
No new sensations to bring you back.
You always just fall through the crack.
No one wonders where you went no one looks.
They all keep walking as you are stuck there.
Losing hope trying to figure things out.
Till someone stops to help and thing look up.
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