farmers cut for hay
fields smell so good driving by
as bales are pushed out
Fresh cut grass Smells Like Watermelon- A Haiku
by James Edward Lee Sr.
fountain aurora
a tasteful fresh cut grass smells
watermelon slice
5/27/19
'O' early morning
a smells, watermelon fresh
because of cut grass
beyond the spring falls
a large, lawn mower cutting
watching the pebbles
ants, worms, scudata
a large, lawn mower cutting
because of cut grass'
'O' early morning
a smells, watermelon fresh
because of cut grass
4//6/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Fresh Cut Grass Smells Like Watermelon
When I cut my grass
Early in the morning smells
As a cool melon
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
10/16/17
My favorite thing about the month of June
The smell of cuttings across the lawn
The air so crisp and beautifully warm by noon
The smell of the day after right after dawn
Spirits linger in early mournings rays
Each moment passes, away silently slips the day
If only those moments could only last
The smell of dew and fresh cut grass
Clean, crisp and fresh holding it with loving grasp
All through the day
The sweet smell of spring’s sent,
The light fragrance or the blooming flowers,
Bring my memories flowing,
Pouring as fast and as steadily as a stream.
Thoughts of my mother picking flowers,
Choosing carefully and catering closely,
To the blossoms that would sit on our table.
Each one cut perfectly at a slant
Smell of cut grass,
brings back memories
of better summers
as dear childhood chums,
we would play until
way past dark and
sit on that grass
so green and fresh.
Wishing on falling stars,
coming down from heaven,
telling stories and
watching fireflies.
As dew fell on the ground
in search of night crawlers,
we would find so many
into the can we would place them.
Voices calling to us,
our fun would end until
tomorrow night and more
wishes we would make.
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