With spring in the air I thought I would share this poem of spring/summer time, enjoy.

Lawn

How shall I compare thee o work of steel blade

Thy green plastic canopy is like a rolling hill

Munching up tender grass in the summers shade

Where smell of gas and clippings linger still

Buzzing across perpendicular rows

Moss covered rock and bark covered tree

A far ‘tis the sprinkling by the gardeners hose

Splendid chirping, setting the blade to level three

Weeds have all been plucked and tossed away

Hedges all clipped and flowers in bloom

Children embark on triumphant scenes of play

Grab the chips the BBQ’s starting soon

There is no lovelier vision to be seen

Than a beautiful well-groomed lawn of green