Green and gold seem in sort of a duel for dominance these days but this poem is in praise of green
Green spreads its grace across a place that long was void of
vim
The slumbering bud and seed wakens whispers to sod and limb
Where hallelujah songs of nature nurtures thankful gaze
As color-wheels of mercy thrill the humble heart with
praise
God kisses earth with favor; where green sweeps were held at
bay
He breaks the dam that wakes the land that long was brown
and gray
Across the countryside a tide impeccable in shade
Most glorious, victorious, gilds mortal's promenade
Hope’s divine intervention renders living proof, green-spun
He never forgets to send spring when winter’s fling is done
Now blue sky is a timbrel and the golden sun a gong
And man a humble minstrel chiming amen to each song
Janet Martin
