Let us praise giant rye grass…. 
… that grows as tall as a horse …
… and let us praise its dark seed …
… and the fog that blows through it …
… and weaves it with the light …
… and the light that blows through it …
… and weaves it with the fog.
Let us praise the snow that brings giant rye grass down to earth as it falls …
… and the giant rye grass that weaves the snow with the sun ….
… and neither rises nor falls …
… but lives …
… sometimes taller than the sun …
… and sometimes collecting it on its dark seeds …
… so it can rise in summer, when horses walk the earth.
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Cool…I like that!
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Thanks…
the pics got weird when wordpress compressed them. Too bad. There were such subtle colours and sharp lines in the fog. I followed the porcupine trail up the hill to get to these. Porcupines are good trail makers!
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Yes, let’s!
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Always!
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I really like this one, Harold, especially the line “sometimes taller than the sun” Nice.
Sheila Johnsrude
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The sun’s not very big! Sometimes it rolls around on the hills like a marmot!
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Makres me feel your winter!!!
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Fog and grass, that’s the thing. Oh, and snow.
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You woud like Ljubljana winters then, a lot of misty fog from marshes, grass and trees….only snow wouldn’t be as before…..
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That sounds beautiful!
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And then after the foggy times spring bursts in all the colors possible and birds sing and there is flower smell in the air 😉
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Do you have wild roses? Mock orange? They fill the whole earth in the spring. So do saskatoons. You wont’ have those, but I bet you have other, amazing blossoms!
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