I am a yellow dog
who would rather be
a toad. Too many frogs
have ideas about the sea,
foreign swamps and bayous;
my own puddle makes me happy
I am a silly man
Who’d rather be a
boy…be that the plan
Romp in emerald fields—
Devoid of when or why;
Exuberance yields
I am a sorry soul
When water turns to dust
Fails to achieve goal
I’ll be a cherub—cheerful
Minus sorrow’s burden
Plastic life now fear full
Of gilded green temptation
Paper powerless pawn
Denying all…salvation
The blood he bleeds
Is all one needs
To nurture seeds
And strangle weeds
That boldly feed
Demon greed
Kenneth Snow
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/green-grows/
