Lawn Rakes
Long handle reaching far and wide,
An English tradition of manicured lawns,
Weeding out patches of moss and worm casts,
Now the grass is always greener.
Rain stopping play well it is an English summer,
A rake's progress is always assured,
Keeping the cottage garden dream alive,
Eventually we might get the deck-chairs out,
Springy steel tines bouncing over the lawn.
By Christopher Tye
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