Wednesday, 21 September 2016

Over dew

Over dew

There's the "dew" I say in the American way to my son 
as we walk to school
The grass silvery and inviting
A short cut across The Meadows

But we must stick to the paths
The sun's glitter will dry the dew away
But your shoes will be soaked all day
Let's run, or we'll be late
On the way home
I cross the grass
making my feet wet
In an instant.

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