Poem “In the Grass”

Raking grass in the hot sun

This is my land

My grass

I love the smell

the hot air on

the grass crackles

as I reach with the

wooden rake

Reach pull reach pull

Pull pull pull

Crispy grass

Wild flowers

Blue yellow white

Sweating hot thirsty

Blisters Scratches Itchy

Ticks Flies Bugs

Oh, a snake. Nice.


I did it

Strong woman, mmm.
Harini ( Heather Goss ) © 2015

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