I woke up this morning with another ee cummings poem running through my head.
God forbid I be beaten by a Golden Shovel! I set out to write another one with ee cummings as my inspiration.
scent of mown hay —i
close my eyes, drink it in, thank
-ful for smells and You
who give us senses. O God,
I am filled with longing for
more of You and most
of all just grateful for this
moment. amazing
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 
Too clever for me 💜💜
bring it out
with a whisper
of a shout
A beautiful poem Sally.
Thank you!
You’re most welcome
💞
Well written.