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Curious - Clever - Creative
thinker, writer, photographer
Mower Woman
I am a mower woman
Slave to the long green lawn
Pushing o’er the rising grass
That grows from dusk to dawn
I perch upon a ride-on
Cruise back and forth in rows
Fuelled up and turning zero
While the grass it grows and grows
Decked out with ear protection
Favourite hat and glove in hand
I buckle firmly in the seat
To navigate the land
I keep an eye on maggie
I circle round the tree
I dodge the scary hilltop
And avoid the rocky scree
At sundown when the job is done
I boast a hard-earned thirst
I wipe a brow of sweat and grime
To admire the fresh mown turf
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