Mower Poems - Poems about Mower

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 on a twenty-five horse power mower from Salt Lake City, Utah to Washington, D.C. He was followed by his adoring parents and...

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Amy Ingram, who lives next door, like nobody, you've met before, always talks with a whirring sound, and walks an inch above the ground, all mechanical that's for sure. She reopened the hardware store, mending microwaves and mowers, AI hope for our run down town, Amy Ingram. Red capped residents, soon got sore, said "this ain't our town any more", but some of us stuck to...

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A small bee flew up to me -- buzzing, all a-fuss in my face: myself, about to clip a flowering weed~ using fancy, dynamic, power mover -- apparently, the bee hadn’t yet finished his morning shopping hour…. The mower wants to slice -- the point of the bee, better think twice… blades and weeds and dominant man from the little prick I wisely ran…....

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a growler is running clouds are being mown down then replanted inside wind-scapes Popping seeds crunch together spill their fill into the air a word on the lip of imagination is chopped out of existence ears ring with dead bird songs a silent space of myself flaps away i would rather be a bat...

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a growling lawn mower is running a word on the lip of imagination is chopped out of existence ears ring with dead bird songs this silent space of myself flaps away i would rather be a bat orbiting the moon than here and now the grass under my feet is cut a grave undercroft of being turns over and over a restless mind has long searched for my...

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The mower will weed the grass To let the flower plants grow To let the flowers blossom To beautify the garden To give us a better view To please our eyes To give us delights The weeds have to be weeded And so the bad habits of the children Throwing rubbish So that the garden is weed free and rubbish free Maybe...

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The yard’s a mess and grass has grown. It’s time for me to mow. Not hard to figure on one’s own, Don’t even have to show. Some don’t agree about my plea. I’m even given strife. If you think, who that might be, That person is my wife. My tractor is my mistress, I’m having an affair. Who’s only living interest, Is cutting earth’s green hair. She...

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They’re motives of the weekend - they’re a gardener’s saving grace, buzzing up and down and ‘round and ‘round cleaning up the place. There’s nothing like the latest smell of a freshly mown down lawn, once you ease a hiccup which can cause a heap of scorn. You can bet your bottom dollar when the clouds build up...

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Lawn Mower Facts Briggs and Stratton is number one, Grandpa use to say… They will last until the cows come home. Then he dreamed a bit… The Deere, Oh John, he plows forever, If you can afford one, that is. Fixing things that did not run, with magic hands, old and withered with time. Still able to join nothing...

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Billy Bob's mower not only ate the green grass but ate his clothes too. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Oct.16/2005 Trying something different....

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Every other week during summer, or fall ... there's a loud noise rattling my huge window facing the shady street where no kids are seen. . Old fashioned grass cutters like the one I had made a minimal noise, I don't have to visualize it, or see it to describe its actual color... days ago I saw one with a dangling front...

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