Munday on Monday: Grass seed

It happens when the spring arrives,

I scatter seeds, and rake;

And yet, across the barren yard

The grass is loath to take.

But then from merest crevice — crack —

Upon the weathered drive,

The blades of grass come shooting forth;

They somehow seem to thrive.

From limestone bluff — that’s solid rock! —

Or sidewalk crack, there’s grass;

So, grass in such unwanted spots,

And not the yard? Alas!

Don Munday@dmunday@kcstar.com

This story was originally published May 8, 2016 at 5:00 PM with the headline "Munday on Monday: Grass seed."