I like to watch the tall grass
As it sways too and frow
Like the swell of the ocean tide
A never-ending flow
The thicket being so full
With little monsters so prickly
Stem to stem they seem so busy
Way out yonder the sky is blue
And cotton balls are floating
While butterflies flutter through
Your carefree and running
The swells of the blades are tickling
You brush them as you pass
Green is the meadow and it’s life within
Joys of the moment are special
The green grass and you
Rebekah Owens
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