Simply Devon (England)

The smell of fresh cut grass,
Skidding on hills as a child
I gained many a rash.

Ice cream from a little van,
Each bite a treat
As I slowly begin to tan.

The comforting shush of the waves,
Lapping against rocky shores
I prayed lifeguards had no one to save.

Animals grazing in fields close by,
There echoing chews
Flying through the sky.

My puppy gallops through fields galore,
His ginger hair a ripple
Dog walks are never a chore.



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