The Day the Lawnmower Died
A disorderly yard disturbing the peace
A dead lawnmower in the barn
A showdown through tall grass and petals
A hideout for varmints and ticks
A lone black-eyed Susan flaunting yellow
The wild west of summer defies law and order
Plantain shoots seeds
as guilty as weeds
Daisies are delivered
White clover spreads like thieves
______Colleen Redman / Poets United / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
July 17th, 2016 10:51 am
A beautiful little vignette. I especially love the white clover spreading like thieves.
July 17th, 2016 11:12 am
wonderful images of nature…i specially like the black eyed Susan that really stands out alone, defying that heat…such a bright image…
July 17th, 2016 11:26 am
Please – no ticks for me.. Somehow I see a red wheelbarrow in your words.
July 17th, 2016 12:21 pm
There is one but it’s black and full of hay presently.
July 17th, 2016 12:22 pm
Oh it is such an annoyance when a lawn mower dies. So much can happen so quickly in response.
July 17th, 2016 12:47 pm
Ticks have been down this summer and I am not sure why, but not complaining. Nicely done Ms. Writer!
July 17th, 2016 1:56 pm
Wonderful Vignette 🙂 Nicely done.
July 17th, 2016 2:41 pm
I love the moment in this piece – the lawn mower may well be dead but everything else is brimming with life
July 17th, 2016 3:41 pm
This is a delightful piece with vivid images as I imagine my garden being swallowed whole by those plantain weeds and seeds and all his friends…but I sit here and read poetry. i will weed another day!
July 17th, 2016 6:06 pm
A wonderful write!!
July 18th, 2016 2:13 am
We think of them as weeds but they are busy tending to the garden by themselves as others neglect it! Loved it!
July 18th, 2016 9:16 am
Lovely images. So nice to see you again.
July 18th, 2016 3:27 pm
“…defies law and order”
“…defies lawn order”
Wonderful.
July 18th, 2016 4:45 pm
Love it! You are so good, Ron!
July 19th, 2016 1:57 pm
There is something to be said for a garden left to grow wild.
July 19th, 2016 10:20 pm
I really like this. It sounds way too familiar. No matter where we go, our neighbors hate us for being too “wild,” in a number of ways. 🙂
July 20th, 2016 8:22 am
A painting in words!
July 20th, 2016 9:49 pm
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July 21st, 2016 12:06 am
Oh I love this! I grew up in the country and my dad would wrangle part of the yard on our three acres, but my feet always took the wild path.