Friday, December 4, 2009
Death of a Lawnmower
never loved
the small metal beast
price was the object
when purchased
gas guzzling
noisy one
pushing and pulling
difficult task
when grass is high
inadequate in size
for the task in hand
in the hot Florida son
gasping today
when starting the journey
sputtering and coughing
blade damaged and dull
engine sighing
enough it said
with a gleam
in my eye
I shut it down
dragging it behind
scrapheap time
rain started to fall
a fitting way
to end the day
something shiny
and new
to the rescue
a call went out
replace it we must
scour the stores
currycomb the countrysides
what will it be
what will it be
sigh
