Poem of the week: The Mower’s Song by Andrew Marvell

 After ( guardian)

  A day in grass and lawn

Day in grass, day on meadows

Sing and jump mow and lawn,

My field of grass, field of study,

The green smell  an aura 

runs along my blood

As  nature did for the great  Bard.

Moment of pine, cut the blade of grass

But a flower smiling with nod

I leave with care to the edge of lawn;

Sorrow sings a song not joyful

for days of sad moments still linger

her moments spent  now with grass nod;

ye, grass  and meadows don’t fall

for earth replenishes your growth

but my heart still holds her whom 

I loved once, but she forsook hard

She  willful pushed me aside

From where I am yet to regain and grow.