These dead grasses are often a large fire hazard in the summer months.

I run to them, my feet cut by the dead grasses, and Daddy walks to meet me.

He came back a few minutes later with an armful of dead grass.

There was a curved black shape in the dead grass.

He was sprawled on the grass, face down, obviously dead.

However, this leaves a large space of dead grass where the trailers once were.

He stopped for a long pause and picked at some dead grass.

She found a circle of dead grass in the place where he was seen for the last time.

I backed away from the arc of dead grass and stood up.

They walked on a surface that was very like dead grass, and the only light here came from her companion.