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i think i can never surpass a poem as lovely as the grass on whose quivering blades ride drops of dew that merge and slide into the a mat so fresh so complete velvet green that kisses the feet a mat for lovers to wander the day a sward where the dragonfly and ladybug play […]

Lawn Poem

by ANDREW RODMAN

i think i can never surpass a poem as lovely as the grass on whose quivering blades ride drops of dew that merge and slide into the a mat so fresh so complete velvet green that kisses the feet

a mat for lovers to wander the day a sward where the dragonfly and ladybug play green acres bequile the eye cool vistas to joyfully espy

far afield the meadows and dale an inch is rising bud and scale a greening a hobbing a rewilding a throbbing

all gods green youthful earth full of joy and tender mirth a buzzing of bees, bugs flying where they please this is the chorus of spring sung by multitudes of grasses that wave and sway like the earth’s own eyelashes

and let us sing the flavors of spring spring sprung springy sprang sprout spronge spur rrrr rrrr

alack, there is no spur nor cur in this word then why is there a rrrr and a mmmmmm and a grrrrrrr

rising from the dell and glade abound the rrr and grrrrr and mmmmmmm aloud they sound This is not a buzzy tongue of flighty waspers nor the rubbing of legs under grasshoppers

this is the sound of engines abhored the sound that mmmmmms untoward slyvan pastoral interruptus yanked alive by a whipping pull cord John Deere Honda Toro shave the inch the face the beard five o clock shadow the scraggly the feared put order into the grid

see the grass a growing and i want to cut it cut it down bout and inch or more is showing so i cut it cut it down

we dont want that grass a growing that weedy habitat to sprout in tangles and grow in spangles fertile habitat

see the grass a growing and i want to cut it cut it down bout and inch or more is showing so i cut it cut it down

unruly wild and free to splatter the grid so i clap the lid i cut it cut it down

cut it down nip it in the bud whack them attack em Grass roots are strong you dont want to see what whats coming along Give em an inch and theyll come for your daughters cut it down cut it shorter

i am a proud pioneer taming the prairie lest it become woodland home to elfs and fairies if its not kept shaved things are gonna get hairy so i cut and whack i hack it back i cut it cut it down

i am a mofo mower i cut it cut it down

anarchism, hippies at play bugs and critters pushing thru the pavement crack flowers rally for attack they want to take my yard back so i mow and whack i cut it back i cut it cut it down

ANDREW RODMAN can be reached at: rodman@teleport.com