Lawn Battle
I turn the mower and make a passAnother line of freshly cut grass
The mower roars as I pace
I become a dragster in a race
Down the strip I make a run
And another path is quickly done
I'm a jet fighter launching from a ship
I zoom off another strip
A barber I am with souped up clippers
I slide back and forth like well oiled zippers
Row after row I take the grass down
Three inches closer to the ground
I'll master this task or it will master me
This battle will continue until I'm free
Freed by death or the finished deed
I'll get this done, as long as I need
I'll push this mower and push it hard
Until I've cut this whole darn yard
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-10-09 at 00:19
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