The fresh cut grass, that summer scent <br />That smell of summer, Heaven sent <br />I used to squeeze it in my fingers <br />Shreds of green, its smell still lingers. <br />The whirring blades just spinning round <br />As bales of grass grew on the ground <br />I'd scoop it up and throw it high <br />Then take a dive and then just lie, <br />Or dive right into all that green <br />And like a magnet, stuck between <br />Every hair and every pore, <br />In all the clothes I ever wore <br />Would smell of grass and I somehow <br />Still find wee bits, yes, even now.<br /><br />PAUL COLVIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fresh-cut-grass-2/
