DAY TRIP THROUGH THE MEADOW
A TRIP THROUGH THE MEADOW SOON AFTER SPRING BEGAN REVEALED NOTHING NEW, NOTHING I DIDN'T ALREADY KNOW; IT WAS MORE THAN JUST ANOTHER DAY, IT WAS A DAY TRIP I HADN'T TAKEN FOR SO LONG, I COULDN'T SAY WHAT YEAR IT WAS WHEN LAST I WALKED THROUGH MEADOW GRASS AS HIGH AS MY CHIN. BUT THAT WAS THEN, TOO LONG AGO TO RECALL THE SCENT OF MEADOW GRASS IN BLOOM, THE SUDDEN START OF A GRASSHOPPER'S JOURNEY INTO THE BEGINNING OF A SUMMER ROMANCE FAR FROM THE RED BARN'S SHADOW, FAR FROM THE FARMER'S HOUSE, FAR FROM THE FUTURE WHERE I WALKED WITHOUT A FEAR OF WHAT HAPPENS AFTER LIFE, FAR FROM WHERE I THOUGHT I THOUGHT I WOULD BE OR WHAT I WOULD BE ON A LATE SPRING DAY, SOME SIXTY YEARS FROM THEN, TOO FAR TO EVER EVEN HALF SUPPOSE I WOULD SOMEHOW STAY SEVEN, OR SO IT SEEMED FOREVER, SO ANXIOUS TO GROW UP AND GO SEE MUCH MORE THAN BARNS AND GRASS THAT WAS HIGHER THAN MY HEAD.
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