Friday, July 27, 2012

Summer Grass

Summer grass aches and whispers.

It wants something; it calls and sings; it  
         pours out wishes to the overhead stars.
The rain hears; the rain answers; the rain is slow 
                  coming; the rain wets the face of the grass. 






[Carl Sandburg]

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