Author Kevin O'Rourke Greenly, blades of spring grass push up the earth, pillars to prop the sky against collapse, blades of spring grass. Pulsing in the spring breeze: a woman in a painting, frogs. The grass sounds of my song must flow close to those blades of grass. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments