Grows high and thick

encouraged by the rain

it mocks us with green grin

daring us to do something about it

 

with a crank of the rope

the mower coughs

but starts

our Sherman tank

in the war against

this growing menace

 

we push on

always in a circular pattern

as we follow our own tracks

becoming one with yard

 

the summer sun is here

the sweat drips from our cap

our mind numbs

as we ride the carousel

 

it is the pattern of our lives

we start with enthusiasm

work hard to succeed

endure pain and suffering

along the way

 

but in the end

we can stand back

and admire the new mowed lawn

 

a metaphor for our life

the span of our accomplishment.