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The Spring of our Discontent

Winter is gone and I’m cutting the lawn.
The crabgrass is boldly declaring, “It’s on!”
The foxtail is growing, the pollen is blowing,
My sinuses drip and I’m not finished mowing.
The bees in the clover are waiting to sting.
Yardwork’s the weed in the garden of spring!

lawnmower

 

2 Comments

  1. Love the cadence…beautiful.

    Monday, April 12, 2010 at 10:22 pm | Permalink
  2. Marty wrote:

    I see we share a common view of yardwork! Now where did I put that box of tissues?

    Wednesday, April 14, 2010 at 6:20 am | Permalink

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