We say of the oak, How grand of girth! Of the willow we say, How slender! And yet to the soft grass clothing the earth How slight is the praise we render. Edgar FawcettThe Grass.
And pile them high at Gettysburg And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun. Shovel them under and let me work. * * * * * I am the grass. Let me work. Carl SandburgGrass.