My life is the grass

A Poem by huntnteen

a copy-change poem i did for my english class

Sometimes I see it as a book
Written thrilling and tragic
revealing a whole new world

Or as a bird hunting
a safe place to rest

But them a warm breeze blows
or a song will play
and I will be at ease

If it is small
a pebble among many
or large
the oak tree
providing haven and food

Now that I’m old enough
a car
speeding down a country road

I am a field, my poem a deer
and my life is the grass that grows
through the whole scene

creating everything about me
the field, feeding the deer
even molding the ground for life in the future