Written by Henry Hartley
The itchy, dusty smell of grass is in my nose and makes me say.
I love the Lord my maker who made this very spot,
So I watch a while as grasses wave, so brittle and so hot.
The wings of little bumble bees are humming as they fly.
The crisp, bright song of meadowlarks are rising to the sky.
Oh what joy to sit and watch, to listen and to hear.
To know the Lord who made this lives and that he's very near.