One Man went to Mow, went to Mow a Meadow

Terry Trainor By Terry Trainor, 16th Jan 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL
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About a man who went to mow a meadow, It was a beautiful summer day and it was a joy not a chore.

One Man went to Mow, went to Mow a Meadow

Walking across dry green fields grass knee high so rich so very dark,
I lifted my scythe high and it swept over the meadow with sharp ease,
Cutting the perennial clover as it filled the air with a sweet scent,
A razor sharp scythe dropping the yellow goats beard and dog daisies.

The dreaded scythe chopped the chervil under hedges, trees and fences,
Next the yellow rattle, the lotus and beautiful quake-grass and poas,
The day moved on quickly so down went the fescues and rough cocksfoot,
In the rank grounds, the wild oats and darnels by the small waysides.

Nothing would be left as the red pensile panicles and covered foxtails,
The timothy fell with their spikes on the edge of shaded wood forests,
And the light air-grass and the purple burnet all through the meadows,
I took my shirt off the twig of a tree and me and the scythe went home.


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author avatar Terry Trainor
I am a Poet.
My passion is to write about nature and the history of nature.

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
16th Jan 2013 (#)

I'm sure your poem is great Terry, but the page is a mess for me .
I'll email you.
bless you Stella

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author avatar Terry Trainor
17th Jan 2013 (#)

Thank you Stella

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