Poems about LawnsHere you will find a collection of short poems about lawns. While we all would prefer green healthy lawns there are times this is not possible. Enjoy the words in the verses of these different poets have to offer about lawns.
looks like a meadow,
And if she mows the place
She leaves the clover standing
And the Queen Anne's Lace.
Poet: Edna St. Vincent Millay
I am the mown grass, dying at your feet,
The pale grass, gasping faintly in the sun.
I shall be dead, long, long ere day is done,
That you may say: "The air, to-day, was sweet."
I am the mown grass, dying at your feet.
Poet: Margaret Gilman Davidson
Grass is the forgiveness of nature -
her constant benediction.
Forests decay, harvests perish, flowers vanish,
but grass is immortal.
Poet: Brian Ingalls
Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
My humble song of praise
Most joyfully I raise To Him at whose command
I beautify the land,
Creeping, silently creeping everywhere.
Poet: Sarah Roberts Boyle
God Bless the grass
That grows through the crack they roll the concrete over it
To try and keep it back the concrete gets tired
Of what it has to do it breaks and it buckles
And the grass grows through. God bless the grass
Poet: Malvina Reynolds