A Poem...

Today, a poem...
 
Violets, bluegrass, clover and rye
Fescue, dandelions, my oh my
Together they dance, wild and free
The ripples of wind are plain to see
This frolic of springtime so happy and gay
Joyous new growth, see nature at play
So it is with reluctance I start the machine
The whine of the engine, commands of my queen
I hop on my steed, head down a straight line
The blades cut, rip and chew all that they find
Short and neat all in a row
A flagship of order ready to show
This too is rewarding it’s all organized now
But I somehow feel guilty but I don’t know how
I conquered the yard, bent it to my will
But seeing it wild was more of a thrill
The neighbors would grumble and call us a name
Like Hillbilly, or backward and something more lame
So to keep up with the jones, the smiths and Van Dykes
I’ll mow the lawn… but not as much as they like
And when the flowers are particularly bright?
Well, I just won’t do it as often as I might
So come join the dance and be wild and free
Listen to the chorus of the bird, wind and bee.