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In the Grass

I was just a little lass
running barefoot in the grass
tiny feet were romping past
birds and bees along the path. 

Peering through the grass I found 
bugs and snails on the ground 
ladybugs were all around 
flit and flying without a sound. 

Then I happened on a pond
dipped my toes into the bog
tadpoles swam under a log
lying low and waterlogged. 

Crickets chirped and lilies laughed 
green frogs leapt along the path
trails of flowers and sassafras 
running barefoot in the grass. 






3/25/2023
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Rodrigues Avatar
April 17, 2023 at 2:52 PM
You must be a nature girl…a nice one! Love the imagery. Feel like I’m there.
Leiser Avatar
April 17, 2023 at 3:20 PM
Thank you, Kim! I am a nature girl, indeed! Hugs to you! :)
Radice Avatar
April 15, 2023 at 5:54 AM
The naive world of childhood beautifully comes alive in your lovely poem Laura. Cheers - Gary
Leiser Avatar
April 15, 2023 at 7:13 AM
Thank you, Gary. Happy you enjoyed this! :)
Faulkner Avatar
March 27, 2023 at 10:36 AM
I love your details of tiny feet and ladybugs and green frogs, the simple pleasures are the best~
Leiser Avatar
March 27, 2023 at 12:08 PM
Thank you, Michelle! I’m happy you liked my simple poem :)
Chuuk Avatar
March 25, 2023 at 8:29 PM
Oh how you just took us back to childhood memories. Carefree and all about fun with the buggies. Lol. Absolutely beautiful, Laura. I loved it. :)
Leiser Avatar
March 26, 2023 at 7:34 AM
Thank you, Fin! I wanted this poem to sound innocent and childlike, thus the simple rhythms. Do happy you enjoyed this one! :)
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