Down the lane I walked with her,

I was reading a blog a minute ago and saw the phrase .....“loved the feel of the green grass beneath my feet”. I miss not seeing a lot of green grass. I went out for a run this morning after our walk. I went about as far North as I could on my usual route and turned West. No expectation of green grass. This is “high desert” and it has it’s own natural beauty but green grass is not the norm. This route has some new houses. One house had a small patch of green grass. It was "stunning".

As I travel my running route I can find a "large metal Buffalo", and then "two large metal Horses" up on their hind legs facing each other. Metal Buffalo, A cactus made out of metal does not seem as unusual as the green grass. Actually the Cactus made of metal is a type of cactus that does not grow in New Mexico. It is a more typical Arizona Cactus.

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Thinking back

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I remember a large lot and a small house at the back of the big lot. I was laying on the grass. I remember how big this lot was. My Aunt and Uncle lived next door and down the street too. My Grandmother and Grandfather across the street.

Another Aunt near by. The grass was so green that day. I lived in the little house with my own Mother and Father.

I remember a New Years Day in Millbrea California. It was green grass we laid on that day and looked at the clouds and just laughed at all the snow back home. Then too...........

I remember the large park I grew up across the street from. The green grass and the trees and the river. Then too...........

I remember the difference it seemed as I ran around Liberty Park, in Salt Lake, to other areas. People were walking and skating and and enjoying the warm sun and trees and grass. In this large grassy area it was a different world.

This song is a tearjerker by the way. Makes you wonder if it is heaven where he stepped down from the train. No gold platted streets. Just green grass.



"Green, Green Grass Of Home

TOM JONES LYRICS

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"The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train,

and there to meet me is my Mama and Papa.

Down the road I look and there runs Mary

hair of gold and lips like cherries.

It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.

It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry,

and there's that old oak tree I used to play on.

Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,

hair of gold and lips like cherries

.It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, they'll all come to meet me,

arms reaching, smiling sweetly.

It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Then I awake and look around me,

at four grey wall surround me and I realize that I was only dreaming.

For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre

- arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak.

Again I touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree

as they lay me neath the green, green grass of home.