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Honey, bronze, brown and buff

Do grasses offer colour enough?

Well, add in cream, green, yellow and white

And surely you could say ‘What a wondrous sight’.

For it is not merely the grasses’ colour offering attention,

Part of their lure is the endless action.

Bending, swaying rocking to and fro,

Grasses rustle a tune, as gently they grow.

Their texture too, is of special interest

A contrast set against any flowers’ focus.

Swathes of grasses, some golden, many glowing,

Set off a garden as it is meant to be showing

Softening a path straight at the edge,

Clumps of grasses can form a hedge.

Grown alongside water, grasses soften the land,

Their reflected image makes them look particularly grand.

Imposing, yet gentle, eye catching the year through,

No garden is complete without a grass clump or two.

Lit by late afternoon sun in September,

Grasses offer a picture you will remember.

Sunlight shimmering through the trees,

Grasses softly rustling about your knees,

September is a month we love and cherish.

The autumn interest being now well formed to establish,

Forget the need for flowers for a while,

The grasses offer their own stupendous style.

Lord, for the statuesque beauty of grasses, so atmospheric, I praise and thank You. How momentous and marvellous are the pictures they paint. Amen.