Fresh Cut Grass

Smell of cut grass, brings back memories of better summers as dear childhood chums, we would play until way past dark and sit on that grass so green and fresh. Wishing on falling stars, coming down from heaven, telling stories and watching fireflies. As dew fell on the ground in search of night crawlers, we would find so many into the can we would place them. Voices calling to us, our fun would end until tomorrow night and more wishes we would make.