The Grass that Sways by Kelli J. Gavin

When the grass sways in the mighty wind and brushes my ankles and my legs

I fondly remember a simpler time when I thought being outside was my job


When dirt was something to seek and I knew all the birds by name

Because they kindly called out to me each morning to come and play


My sister and I would join in the fun a few neighbor kids by our side

We would run and play and sing and shout and chase each day away


I now find myself lingering outdoors and seeking out the wind and the rain

The sun and even the shade because I miss what I had when I was a kid


Nothing to distract me from the fun of each new day when dishes and laundry

And meals seemed to be ready for me I know it was all done by my mom


I thank her for enabling my sister and I to take in all the sights and sounds

Of which our country home offered to us in abundance each and every day


Our mom insisted that we be kids and enjoy all the nature that surrounded

Us on every side and in every season Oh how I loved my job as a kid


Today I will explore

Today I will walk in the fields

Today I will pick flowers

Today I will enjoy the grass that sways



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