The Grass of Glass May 6, 2015creative writing, poemschildhood, Life, Observation, poetrykmjmreed Outlining the grass of glass Bokeh from the sun-rising and morning tears For morning cry is dew In focus Three words on a sign and I’m soil shovelled to the ground No ball games Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X More Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...