Fresh-cut Grass

The sun is seeking daily rest.

The buzzing sound is gone.

The shades of sky are deepening,

But eyes behold the lawn.

 

Grass so green from watering,

Grass kept from drying dead,

Grass fed to keep it healthy,

Then cut to level heads.

 

Is it worth the checkered pattern?

Is it worth the wait?

Is it worth the gasoline

To craft this green landscape?

 

Screaming kids enjoy it well!

Screaming not alone,

Because that yummy fresh-cut smell

Is a ravaged pheromone.

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