A Purchase and A Poem

I bought a lawn-mower today…check out those blades! Here is a poem to go with a lawn mower, written by my son Joe (age 15) bermuda Green Bermuda, Rangy, unkempt thicker than Belize. Rumbling machine, Hot, half spun blades, coughing black pollution. A cloudless, torrid summer sky will see ferocious battle. Valentine prepares pink lemonade,hair […]