BLUE-EYED grass in the meadow And yarrow-blooms on the hill, Cattails that rustle and whisper, And winds that are never still; Blue-eyed grass in the meadow, A linnet’s nest near by, Blackbirds caroling clearly Somewhere between earth and sky; Blue-eyed grass in the meadow, And the laden bee’s low hum, Milkweeds all by the roadside, … Continue reading Blue-eyed grass