I smell new-mown grass
As I pass
By the field
Where school children play,
Then pass
Through the Churchyard, where all must,
One day,
Yield to dust.
I smell new-mown grass
As I pass
By the field
Where school children play,
Then pass
Through the Churchyard, where all must,
One day,
Yield to dust.
Love those scents.
That and petrichor.
Many thanks for your comment. I am pleased you can relate to my poem. Best wishes – Kevin
This contrast is very effective, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie. Best wishes – Kevin