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.
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