Poem - Blade of Grass

[I wrote this poem in 2004, the only one for the year. This isn't my best work, but I do feel its nice to punctuate my articles with these little poems, so as to cater to people of all tastes, at least as far as my very limited repertoire would allow.]

By th south side of my garden
Just beside the lowest stair
Stands one solitary blade of grass-
Small and thin from lack of care.

It doesn't bear no daffodils
That poets so admire,
Nor does it bear fruits so sweet-
That fill our hearts with desire.

Yet its tender, dainty form
Recalls maidens not past their prime;
In colour mimicking their eyes-
Dark green whirlpools in time.

And perish it might this very hour
Fighting its long lost battle-
Trampled by one brutal tread;
Consumed by some hungry cattle.

But when I see you little one
Gently swaying in the air:
You alone seem to say
That you're happy to be there.

Yours sincerely

Jude