Mowing Poem by David Plantinga
Mowing
Rating: ★4.5
When the nimble aphids are leaping
And squat caterpillars are creeping
They're fleeing on before
The mower's starting roar,
Like field-mice at the autumn reaping.
Sunday, June 9, 2024
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7/26/2024 8:24:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I really like this poem of yours, well written. I would have swapped 'starting' for 'startling' but maybe that's just me.