GRASS
Woke up this morning
Barbered the lawn
And bathed in the scent
Of new-mown grass
There, said the sun
Smiling on my efforts
Isn’t that better
Than sitting on your arse.
GRASS
Woke up this morning
Barbered the lawn
And bathed in the scent
Of new-mown grass
There, said the sun
Smiling on my efforts
Isn’t that better
Than sitting on your arse.
Looking back on your work after mowing the grass is satisfying. I only have a small plot, barely big enough for a tree in the back and one in front, but finishing makes me happy. I don’t feel a smug, “I did a good job” feeling. I have a “that’s beautiful” feeling. I like your poem because it captures that.
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Thanks michaelnjohns; Exactly the sentiment I was trying to convey.
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