I smell new-mown grass
As I pass
By the field
Where school children play,
Then pass
Through the Churchyard, where all must,
One day,
Yield to dust.
I Smell New-Mown Grass
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Standing Under This Rain Drenched Tree
Standing under this rain drenched tree
I hear the breeze
That rustles the leaves
Whisper to me.
Then, a sneeze,
Brings me back to reality.
Park Where Flowers Bloom
Park where flowers bloom.
Girls in short dresses
Enjoy the summer sun,
Soon, Autumn will come
The Wind Did Sing
The wind
Did sing
To me
Of eternity,
And bring
My consciousness round
To the profound sound
Of it’s song
In the graveyard tree
Making me,
For a moment, free
The English Oak
When Brexit has been and gone
The English oak will live on
And continue to provide sanctuary
Under it’s all-embracing shade
To lad and maid
Of every race. For a tree
Does not discriminate, or hate.
I Sit in Quietude
I sit in quietude
With no
Tech to intrude.
I know
The inanity
And vanity
Of all
This stuff.
Birds call
Yet most men hear not
For the white hot
Heat of technology beckons.
I count the cost
Of countless seconds
Lost
In this screen
Dream
Where you and I
Fly, but never see the sky.
A view from Poet Kevin Morris’ window
This video was taken by my friend Shanelle by my window earlier this evening.
7 Poems by Poet K Morris uploaded to Soundcloud
I have uploaded the following 7 poems to Soundcloud:
Throw A Stone Into A Brook
Throw a stone into a brook
And look
As the water ripples.
Then, when the ripples are gone
You may
Ponder, on yonder
Setting sun, or turn away
For to think on
Days end
Can be painful, my friend.
As Permanent As The Grass I Pass
As permanent as the grass
I pass
Or the birds that sing,
Is this thing
I am,
Merely man.
K Morris - Poet 