The grasses had been statue still <br /> When the winds came <br />And set them swaying, swaying. <br /> <br />Bulrushes shuddered, shuddered <br />And bushes started shaking <br />Their fragile olive green leaves. <br /> <br />The surf crashed noisily <br />Onto shore; <br />Insatiable the short lived foam <br />Built up once moreand yet more. <br /> <br />Wild flowers of the brightest <br />Of reds and palest of blues <br /> <br />Patterned the shimmering <br />Grassy slopes <br />And now they were dancing and prancing. <br /> <br />I stood near the window <br />Invigourated by sights and sounds. <br />Strong lean trees seemed agitated. <br /> <br />Could they, would they <br />Be uprooted from the trembling ground<br /><br />Sylvia Lukeman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-grasses-had-been-statue-still/
