meadow grass

As they passed the runway, bullets shot up from the tall grass, puncturing a fuel tank.

The grass had a delightful fragrance, like new-mown hay, and was neatly wound around the tunnel, like the inside of a bird's-nest.

And Mr. Meadow Mouse often remarked that it had more halls than any other dwelling he had ever seen.

She threw out her arms as if swimming when she walked, beating the tall grass as one strikes out in the water.

The weed growing over every water, and at the bank of the river, shall be pulled up before all grass.

Some of those halls that Mr. Meadow Mouse mentioned ran right out beneath the surface of the garden.