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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