Here you will find the Poem Grass of poet Alice Guerin Crist
The world is all one smother of grass, Waves of it rolling deep and green, Clothing the paddocks? gentle slope, Laughing the brown tree-trunks between. And some are praising the brilliant flowers, The beauty of foliage as they pass, But I am drinking its glory in And thanking the Lord for grass, for grass! The air is a-murmur with rippling sound From jubilant creeks long fed with rain, Singing of drought and travail past And a bounteous earth drown young again- An earth that is telling its thankfulness With passionate rapture too deep for words In acres and acres of waving grass, Haven of promise to starving herds. There?s a tangle of bloom in its moist green shade, Mottled yam-flowers and gentians blue, Small white stars that are honey sweet, And nodding bluebells all drenched with dew. And oh! The breath of its incense rare As the summer breezes over it pass, My heart is thrilling with voiceless prayer And thanking the Giver of things for grass.
