worm 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.

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.

Everywhere cattle were being sold for a trifle, as there was no grass upon which they could feed.

Although everybody laughed at such a notion, the Worm-eating Warbler declared that he had a right to his own belief.