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.
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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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