I sit upon a grassy lea
And look on, wondering,
As tall grass seem to wink at me
And bow in unison.
They sway away with rhythmic glee
Like dancers on a stage.
They seem to go on bended knee
Like people in a church.
They rise again and merrily
They waltz and pirouette.
I sit and look and wonder long
At the dancers on the lea.
- Helen Bravo
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