I can almost smell it. It brings back memories of when I was younger and would actually lay down in the grass and see it at that perspective. Ahh, the glorious days of summer vacation!
Debbie - your comment brings lots of pictures to mind too. And of another poem about someone going back as an adult to a farm where he had spent summers as a child and of the things there now shrouded in nettles. Or maybe I'm remembering two poems and sticking them together. I'll have to look them out.
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I can almost smell it. It brings back memories of when I was younger and would actually lay down in the grass and see it at that perspective. Ahh, the glorious days of summer vacation!
Grass is just so amazing really. It can be a nuisance cutting it, but I would never be without it.
I love pictures of grass. It always brings to mind the smell of fresh cut grass or hay when I spent summers at my grandfather's small farm.
Very nice.
Hello Suzi.
There's a lovely Stephen Spender poem about a child lying in the opening of a tent, looking at the grass outside from ground level.
Your comment reminded me of it.
Lucy
Hermes - I thought cutting grass was one of the major pleasures in life?
Lucy
Debbie - your comment brings lots of pictures to mind too. And of another poem about someone going back as an adult to a farm where he had spent summers as a child and of the things there now shrouded in nettles. Or maybe I'm remembering two poems and sticking them together. I'll have to look them out.
Lucy
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