It's fascinating to think about the range of amazing things that influence our writing. I was sitting in my favourite writing space recently when I noticed the distinctive sound of a lawn mower outside in a neighbour's garden.
I no longer have to do this chore, but I hold strong memories of being mower man. The sounds, smells and the action are strikingly clear in my mind.
As I began to recall my adolescent years, I remembered the mowing of the family lawns and this simple little poem helped me recapture the memory.
It's something to consider when thinking about recounting your past. You don't always have to write a recount. You clearly have options.
Lawn Thoughts
Alan j Wright
Mowing the lawn
Is clippings in your hair
Up your nose
In your socks
Mowing the lawn
Is smoky fumes
Swishing blades
Aromas of cut grass
Mowing the lawn
Is hugging the edges
Avoiding the cat
Gliding
past Mum’s chrysanthemums
Mowing the lawn
Is refilling the tank
Dumping the clippings
Raking
and sweeping
Mowing the lawn
A neat, grassy haircut
A summer chore
-And pocket
money
There's nothing like the smell of freshly mown grass, is there? I'm still the primary lawnmower around here and enjoyed your poetic trip down memory lane. I only wish someone were paying me pocket money...
ReplyDeleteI only wish I needed to cut my lawn. It's brown and dry as paper.
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing what memories a sound can evoke.
ReplyDeleteSound and smell are so strongly connected here - love the linkage between these two, and the rather mundane chore that evoked this poem.
ReplyDeleteha! great memories....especially the pocket money. That sound, that smell, that feel of grass. Good memories but I'm ever so glad I don't have to mow anymore!
ReplyDeleteI was there! Thanks for the smells, sounds and sights - and the last line which made me smile.
ReplyDeleteThe sound of a lawnmower is very evocative for me, too. Maybe I need to write a poem! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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