The Joy of Mowing Grass
a poem for Jack
The B-R-O-O-M of the mower cut the silence
of the day, as a small boy,
sat enraptured
and smiled with glee
at the sound of a technology,
he had come to understand.
He loved the busyness
the sound created, as the Mower Man,
in seemingly never-ending circles,
walked round and round
the garden lawn, cutting and tidying
- the grass, of the house in which he did reside.
A wistfulness, not mistaken
passed across the face of this small boy,
as the mowing completed,
The Mower Man did pack his tool away.
Then joy - was beamed from his eyes
as the whipper snipper, started and emitted a sound
from which all adults cringed.
The two year old Jack,
enraptured once more,
sat mesmerised
by the sound,
the joy of which, could
only be understood
by Jack.
(c) Gaele - 8th March, 2000
Watch these sites for the stories of:
Eliza and the Fairy Godmother
William and the Christmas tree
Jack and the Kookaburra
Lachlan with Tannis the cat
The Warrior Princess
all available in book form and may be purchased by sending a cheque
with the amount of $15.00 (Australian currency)) to:
Gaele Arnott PO Box 1335, Stafford City Queensland Australia 4053
