Spring Grass by Carl Sandburg
Spring grass, there is a dance to danced for you.
Come up, spring grass, if only for young feet.
Come up, spring grass, young feet ask you.
Smell of the young spring grass,
You’re a mascot riding on the wind horses.
You came to my nose and spiffed me.
This is your luck year.
Young spring grass just after winter,
Shoots of the big green whisper of the year,
Come up, if only for young feet.
Come up, young feet ask you.