The Brown, Brown Grass Of Home

The Brown, Brown Grass Of Home

By R.e. Taylor

As long as she remembered

Home was filled with green grass

And so many flowers they could not be counted

Those memories stuck with her

Through her many years away

But the sun began shining more

The clouds never came over the hills

And the flowers never bloomed

Now, she comes home to a new world

Where her treasured plants don’t exist

So she writes her feelings, her loss in a poem

She titles it “The Brown, Brown Grass Of Home”

And she signs it with a tear and a sigh

Over her world which is no more