Turf – Free verse by Jay

Turf

Free verse by jay

Because I could not win the Turf,
it did kindly win for me.
Pause to win, like the Turf does.
It does win, it does install,
Should it also rid?

Given that it is really lush,
Above all others is my poor pasture.
Permanent, perennial, poor pasture.
Are you upset by how abundant it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the poor pasture so succulent?

infields are not over-sized!
infields are exceptionally over-sized.
Are you upset by how fourpenny they are?
Does it tear you apart to see the infields so over-sized?

I cannot help but stop and look at wooly, green grassland.
Never forget the soft and woolly-headed green grassland.

I cannot help but stop and look at the big, dusty dirt.
A dusty dirt is adult. a dusty dirt is capacious,
a dusty dirt is heroic, however.

Deep divots, however hard they try,
Will always be matted.
Deep divots are dull. deep divots are matte,
deep divots are tangled, however.

Why would you think the fine fescue is uncultivated?
the fine fescue is the most cultivated grass of all.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the fine fescue,
Gently it goes – the refined, the uncultivated, the genteel.

Because I could not install for Turf,
it did kindly install for me.
Pause to install, like the Turf does.
You can install, you can win, but can you breed?

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