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Hand Mowing Slavery

After years here in the city with the constant traffic flow, and the daily grind all based on work to have the coffers grow or keep the kids in school and provide for what is middle class, there needs to be an outlet where there is open space and grass. And being brought up in the country, it is often on my mind , with the smell of freshly cut mown hay something never left behind, but once the daily pressure builds up and the mental anguish grows, it’s time to have a family day a city dweller rarely knows; Where there is not a tram in sight or a taxi to flag down; trains every quarter hour, or bus stops everywhere around. But there’s a host of parks and gardens that fail to get a pass, for they rarely are dog friendly or we must keep off the grass. So our kids get all excited when we travel out to Grandpa’s place, that is a block out in the country, where there’s miles of open space, and there’s mountains in the background with a range of pristine trees … a magic place to be and joined by native birds and honey bees. And Grandpa’s yard is a property where the kids can run and play, for there’s two acres mowed as lawn and nothing growing in the way. All the native shrubs and trees encase a set out garden settee, where we sat down together; had lunch and a lovely cup of tea. And Grandpa’s from the old school, not like our modern family; ‘Grandma do this; Grandma do that; or get this or that for me.’ That would never work in our home, ‘you get it your bloody self!’ We treat everyone as equals, and all perch upon one shelf. But it was alone with Grandpa that had me really shake my head, looking at his brand new ride on mower, that is parked in a shed, “This gadget sure is beaut” he bragged. “In no time I mow the lawn, where it used to take your Grandma, one whole day and all next morn.”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 10/4/2018 11:44:00 PM
Too funny. Machines can really help, but you have to understand how they work. I suppose the mower was in the garage the whole time. Hahaha.
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Lindsay Laurie
Date: 10/10/2018 12:27:00 AM
G'day Duke … too right you do, and when they don't work you have to learn how to threaten and swear - thanks Duke - Lindsay
Date: 10/4/2018 6:46:00 AM
Today and yesterday, yes Lindsay i'm the grandpa, or should that be great, to my Aussie grandchildren,whom laugh, at what we had all them years ago, WHAT! no mobile?..Love your poetry, it is so meaningful, so much going on in that head of yours...keep it up,, you create happiness, something today's folk find hard to achieve...
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Lindsay Laurie
Date: 10/10/2018 12:26:00 AM
Thank you Harry for your very positive comment. I feel we are on the same page about the modern technology; I fear that happiness in certain circles is falling away rapidly and could be the reason for many mental issues - thank you Harry - Lindsay
Date: 9/25/2018 10:01:00 AM
Hi Lindsay, Life in the countryside can be fun it seems, as long as you have modern technology you can tap in on! Lovely poem Lindsay Kind regards, Jenny.
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Lindsay Laurie
Date: 10/3/2018 8:27:00 PM
Hello Jennifer … couldn't agree more Jennifer. These days it's the best of both worlds. Pleased you enjoyed this poem - catch you soon - Lindsay
Date: 9/22/2018 5:46:00 PM
I do love your humour Lindsay the final stanza had me laughing out loud:-) hugs jan xx
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Lindsay Laurie
Date: 10/3/2018 8:25:00 PM
G'day Jan … this bit of silliness is really from another time though don't you think. Thank you Jan - Lindsay
Date: 9/22/2018 4:55:00 PM
The British "commons" never made it to the USA, where concrete jungles flourish. Silence is no longer "golden" it is awesome, so future generations may have difficulty understanding your description of life as we knew it. Aloha! Rico
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Lindsay Laurie
Date: 10/3/2018 8:24:00 PM
Rico, I cannot agree more with you. Some of my grandkids think I'm fooling when I tell them there were no mobile phones in the eighties - thank you Rico - Lindsay
Date: 9/22/2018 12:04:00 PM
Sounds like grandpa is set is his ways! Another poem that held me rapt to the end with your always witty and surprising last line. Great write, Lindsay, as usual - Bob
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Lindsay Laurie
Date: 10/3/2018 8:21:00 PM
Actually Bob, I've known a few of these grandpa's who enforced marital slave labour until modern gadgets changed that. I'm pleased you enjoyed it Bob - Lindsay
Date: 9/22/2018 4:07:00 AM
Sounds bliss Lindsay, these gadgets certainly make life easier. Best thing I ever did was to move to the country 20 years ago,no regrets. Tom
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Lindsay Laurie
Date: 10/3/2018 8:18:00 PM
Hello Tom … true Tom, but these gadgets appear to be in charge these days; not the other way around. The only life I've not is rural Tom - thankyou - Lindsay

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