I want to write a poem about lawn movers.

brianlux

I want to write a poem about lawn mowers

Because the other day I went for a walk

And at the start of the walk there was a power lawn mover

Shredding my ears with it's incessant noise.

As I kept moving further away

And the sound grew less harsh

The smell of fresh cut grass lingered and

My thoughts drifted back to another time.

I could feel the grip of the push mower

As it mowed across the lawn

Finely shredding blades of grass between

The base plate and hand sharpened blades.

I could hear the gentle whir 

Of the nearly noiseless moving parts

And could feel the mildly tightening muscles

Of hands on mower's handle.

I reached the turn around point of my walk

Only to end up near another power mower

That was taking up the call to arms

To shred my ear yet a little more.

I tried to push the noise out of my head

And remember the better days of push mowers

And decided right then and there that

I want to write a poem about lawn mowers. 

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The poem I wrote in my head was much better than this one.  It was spontaneous and nearly perfect.  That's how it always seems to go when I am walking and have no pen nor paper.