Mow

Mow

As a child we had
Scythes and Sickles

But we didn’t use them

They just hung on nails
in the garage

Silent
Anachronistic
Magnetic

Still able
but worthiness superseded
by the Pains and Privileges
of Progress

Then comes a day
one Glorious
Magical day
when a Motorcycle appears

And of a sudden
the Sickles
and Scythes
become worthy
once more
with Purpose
and Promise

The Field out back
where the Old Barn
Shrugged & Sighed
would become a Venue
for Motorcycle Adventure
and Derring-do

But first had to come
The Sweat and
The Sacrifice
And the Hardening of soft hands

For The Way
had to be
Cleared

 
 

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