Nothing like the scent
of fresh cut hay
the smell of it
takes breath away
the scent of summer
sun-baked days
sweat equity
in working ways
bales go to barns
get stacked away
they'll come in handy
Winter days
in time it turns to
yellow gray
still its fresh scent
forever stays.
I echo
MC
dk
DM
A succinct timely reminder of how simple pleasures can mean so
much. The tang of newly cut grass, the aroma of morning coffee,
the smell of hot toast, the scent of freshly ironed cotton sheets.
These lines demonstrate that less may be all you need.
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Hugh
Wed 11th Sep 2019 22:03
Well done,you've certainly made hay with your words.