Battlements at Fort George, Moray Firth.

Grasses swaying.

Perhaps not swaying,

Swaying implies back and forth.

Grasses lean, no chance for upright stance.

No Sergeant Major to bellow and strut and teach.

Grasses moved by severe, heartless, selfish, impatient winds.

As impatient to leave as the soldiers our grasses have waved off to war.

 

2 Comments

  1. Phil

    Very neatly descriptive. Like the design of ever-increasing length of successive lines, like steps.

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    • Lynne

      Thanks. Very observant. We’ll turn you into a poetry fan!

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