I understand the man who loves

His big mowing machine,

Pretends it a chore, a bore,

But relishes it.

His body quivers with

Its vibration power,

He knows control,

No tie to fold,

Nor boss to grovel.

And as men do, when

He is through,

Under the shade of a tree,

He has a beer, raises a cheer,

To neighbors who

Pass on sidewalks near,

He smells his newmown grass as in some

Past medieval time he might

Travel horseback as mighty Lord of

All he surveyed.

At least for one Saturday hour.

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Ode To Father's Day

Dust Devil

Don't Wait

Such Is Life

Pearls Of Wisdom

Grandma's Trunk

Such Is Life

Fond Farewell

Back Then

A Premonition

The Bag

Jack And Eddie

Silver And Golden Memories

The Magnolia Tree

Flag Day, June 14

A Girl Named Dawn

I Tooked A Flower

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