I wrote this poem in 10th grade. My mom has been asking me to find it for the past week.

Fear to the grass is the middle of August,
nothing to wet its lips while
the air vacuums every bit of green
out of the plants until they are on their knees
begging for mercy

3 thoughts on “The Lawn’s Holocaust

  1. love the metaphors….10th grade huh? hope you have plenty of blank pages around to keep filling up! love reading them all.


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