Cutting the grass

[JohnS]

In the welcome warmth of a summer's day
unruly grass beckons me to mow.
To bond with natures green expanse,
back and forwards,
row by row

I plod along and think of pleasant things,
the mower rumbles, on we go.
With each pass a new path appears,
back and forwards.

My neighbour waves, salutes my energy,
the emerald carpet grows and grows.
I’ve found a steady rhythm now.

At last, the winning line comes into view,
I have a fine mowed lawn to show.

[dukealien]

Very nice.  You're more forgiving, or anyway less hostile, toward your lawn than I am - with me it's more  hakkaa pallu, cut them down!   Especially the dandelions.

Some interesting rhymes and near-rhymes going there - and is that an eye-rhyme with "now" toward the end   ?

Mowing makes my neighbors grumpy because it makes their (small, yappy) dog crazy.

[JohnS]

In truth I'm more hakka pallu myself!
Yes, eye-rhyme but unintentional and unnoticed until you pointed it out.

Thanks for your comments.

[Bunx]

I feel like I could write a rage poem about starting up my lawnmower each year.

I do like the effect tone of the poem quite a bit its almost musical.

"Row by row'
"I've found a steady rhythm now"

It was a fun read, thanks!

[Deor Ana Log]

I love the reveal of the cut grass, so much that I think it might be better to not have it in the title. That was the delightful surprise can be ramped up. Also, I love how each stanza has one less line; a very fitting form factor. Thanks for sharing - Deor Ana Log