Four inches of grass is nice, so why isn’t twelve inches beautiful?
For the Love of Mowing
I like the sort
of grass that’s short,
but, boy, do I hate mowing!
My neighbors say,
“It’s best this way…”
No way to slow its growing.
All day I’ve slaved
to keep it shaved
detesting it with passion,
and wished instead
Inside my head
that weeds were more in fashion.
Author: Samuel Kent
I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet.
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