Poem 117: No More “No Mow”

The “no mow May” I was preaching about has now come and gone

Just one week left until June, but last night I cut my lawn

Seems the triad we had formed was now down to just two

Giving in to our most senior member was something we chose to do

The way he explained it was that the dandelions have gone to seed

These have been pollinated so you now can cut down this weed

It made sense to the rest of us so I took the lawnmower out on its first run

Both of our properties looked much better when I was finally done

This morning I woke up and there is still some yellow in our small expanse

Looks like “Mother Nature” has given them a second chance

How long will it be before we have to give it another trim?

The person I mentioned earlier, I guess we should talk to him

 I looked out of my window and another neighbour has cut his grass as well

When will the last straggler cut their lawn? Only time will tell

What happens to the groundhog that was feasting on our crop?

I guess he will have to find another place to stop

We watched him sit there while eating this yellow flower

It was amazing how many dandelions he could devour

I’m not sure if he’s the one who resides under our shed

Guess he’s forced to graze at another premises instead

I then proceeded to the back yard and cleaned up that terrain

Wasn’t hard to see where I was while I was cutting against the grain

There was also some escapees that survived that spring shear

So now there are more spots of yellow that have managed to appear

Still front and rear, these blooms are there to display

How much longer will they last? I guess it’s hard to say

The transformation from yellow to white puffs could come soon

Will it come before we reach the month of June?

Now that we have taken the first steps to manicure this space

It is now our commitment and try to maintain our place

I just caught a neighbour cutting grass that is already shorter than mine

The same ones who are always the first to bitch and whine

If they were watching me last night when the air was full of white

The amount of seeds I dispersed must have given them a fright

It appeared that it was snowing there were so many in the air

I’m not the one who’s greedy, I always like to share

So if in a few days, a bumper crop befalls us all

The vision of me and my mower will be the first thing they’ll recall

I have confidence in them all because they won’t let one seed sprout

Ridding their property of this mange is what it’s all about

I’m assuming they are on full alert and already examining every blade

The thought of a possible infestation makes them very much afraid

Meanwhile I’ll be on my front porch every chance I get

I will enjoy each day of this season and feeling no regret

The days are getting warmer and the fear of Covid is almost gone

The last thing I want to do this summer is obsess about my lawn