Walking down the country road,
The middle overgrown with Johnson grass.
To the canal bank, with the singing toads,
And the greenish water so like glass.
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Sounds wonderful Juan - I think you mean battered straw hat on my head unless you're turning into a scarecrow! Hahahaha. Great poem though.
Once again, you are singing the song of my soul! Your writing always enlightens my spirit, for that many thanks. Such heart in these words, I do love it.