Rookie - 40 Points (31/01/1954 / GLASGOW)

Fresh Cut Grass. - Poem by PAUL COLVIN

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

Comments about Fresh Cut Grass. by PAUL COLVIN

  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (5/13/2014 5:29:00 AM)

    Paul This is a good piece of poetry (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 4,413 Points Valerie Dohren (2/19/2012 4:21:00 AM)

    Lovely poem - roll on summer! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 19, 2012

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