Lawn Mower Poems - Poems about Lawn Mower

...I long for a time When skinned knees were my biggest problem When my most debilitating fear was an imaginary monster under my bed I long for a time when daddy was my hero, knew everything, a......

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...Down that back road that heads out of town across the railroad tracks past the water treatment plant in a mobile home park where howling dogs are hooked with logging chains to blue plastic......

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...when i was merely fourteen- i remember walking around wondrously throughout my town, i wondered how people could live like this. i look to my left and saw a fresh painted white house with a pic......

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...Her children thought something about their father was off They did not know what it was Having never thought of dementia or Alzheimer’s before They attempted to tell Mom their concerns She refu......

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... The cottage with its black window frames and white pebble dash glows in the summer sunshine. The hum of the lawn mower can be heard cutting the green lawn dotted with dandelions and da......

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...He sneaks into the yard. Being outside isn’t that hard. Until the lawn mower revs up. And the sound of a dog starts to erupt. He decides maybe home is better. He’ll even put on his sweater.......

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...shed will smell like grass lawn mower will get a break i'll miss exercise......

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... bustling birdsong garden hymns, lawn mower breaks peace......

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...in the summer of 1997 Twelve year old Ryan Tripp made a 3, 366 mile journey across the USA raising ten thousand and four hundred dollars for a sick baby living in his home town. He took this trip......

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...The thick numerous shoots of grass have come out, no more snow shovels til late autumn comes about. I hear the robins chirp as they tend their nests, wait....the sound of a cranky lawn mower chugg......

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...leaves by lawn mower shattered across open yard gathering their thoughts Mulched into the ground giving some life to old soil tattered scattered leaves......

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... What is your excuse for not writing today? Come now, is it…“my Muse has gone away?” Or …the feeble.” I just have no inspiration?” A feeble excuse for a lack participation. Here is a t......

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...Who were they? They walked to and from school when they were younger. They had to complete their homework alone before they were allowed to go out and play. They were given chores they were resp......

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...If something is out there you will see, if something is out there it will come running after thee, the squirrel is skilled at climbing trees and the bears can hold on to a certain degree. They can cl......

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...sapling oak grows under the giant oak.... lawn mower ......

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