Marram Grass The grass, they say, builds the dunes from wind and sand. Then holds them in place, daring the gale to blow them away and let the sea erode the shore. Let us be like the Marram grass. Let us build again and then hold on for as long as this wind blows. Let us claim our shores, walk the sands once more.
I love the second verse. Speaks very much of our time.
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A perfect use of metaphor in this poem! *sharing*
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