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Lawn Thoughts

I used to lie upon my back,
Hidden in tall grass
That tickled, rustling in the breeze,
And watch fluffy clouds float past.

The daydream times I had there
Nobody else could see.

No one could find me in the grass
Unless they stepped on me.

I’d lie and feel the summer sun
And smell the half-crushed weeds,
See stray larkspur blooming everywhere
Wind-spread from last year’s seeds.

Today we’re feeling good about
The well-shorn lawn we’ve made;
Like a smooth and rolling golf course
Around our home it’s laid.

It’s practical, attractive too,
And it’s well worth the care
With no unpleasant surprises
To step on unaware.

But there’s still a warm spot in my heart
For grass that’s grown knee-high,
The erratic zigzag pathways
Of the vagrant dragonfly.

Waving gently in the breeze,
A summer spider’s web looking like lace
And dozens of bright blue larkspur,
Self-seeded all over the place.

©2010 Carol Morfitt

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