Going Natural
Zillions of brown dead leaves cover my lawn
Forming a moldy carpet of my own making,
Most enterprising neighbors are up at dawn
Unlike me, they are industriously raking.
While I am content to see leaves piling higher
Relishing news reports that we should not rake
And much too stingy a few yard men to hire,
I say they’re nature’s mulch, for goodness' sake!
Written November 12, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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