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Summer in the meadows under shelter of tall grass—
in our youth we never dreamed that it could pass.
We had it firmly tethered so it could not slip away.
It curled in loosened coils around us as we lay.
Oh, tomorrow, wrapped up in today.
We never know the dreams we’ll lose along the way
For the Cosmic Photo Challenge: Down in the Grass
I know, once again my number of photos is excessive. Just take into account that they have been culled from 14,290 photos labeled “grass” in my photos file..Excuses, excuses. The poem is an excerpt from a poem I published years ago named “Desire.”











