I needed to get away from the computer for a few minutes, so I wrote a poem. Now I’m back on the computer and here’s the poem:
Green hopes
I’ll take a blade of grass so green
from every place that I have been,
and place it in my travel journal
along with hopes that spring eternal.
If there is no grass to find
where man has found an axe to grind,
no matter, there I’ll plant a tree
and let that place remember me.
Old concrete car parks, bus depots,
high rise flats and junkyard ghettos,
here my optimism gleams,
in a sea of grey, a touch of green.
Maybe more will follow me
and plant another little tree,
or take a blade of grass so green
from every place that they have been.
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