Walking in the Park
They have mown the grass in the park
Well, most of it
The scent is wonderful
It has been left long on the Bronze Age burial mounds
Where the wild grass flowers form a purpled haze
Behind, Foxgloves spike up from the drainage ditch into the hedge
I walk up the southern mound to find the stone marked PEACE
Commemorating more recent dead from civil war
The sky is littered with clouds white and gray
As its blue darkens towards twilight
On this long June evening
After a day of rain
The scent of new mown grass says
Summer
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The Cheesesellers Wife 
So evocative
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Thank you. This poem came as I walked through our local small park last Tuesday evening….
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It was perfect !!😉
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Felt – while reading this poem – like I was there. That’s a great accomplishment! thx
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Thank you, I wanted to evoke the moment, and it seems that I have.
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Yes you did and you did it perfectly ;)
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