Mowing

A Poem by David Plantinga

When the nimble aphids are leaping

And squat caterpillars are creeping

They’re fleeing on before

The mower’s starting roar,

Like field-mice at the autumn reaping.

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Added on June 10, 2024
Last Updated on June 10, 2024

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