Free Writing Poetry – Mowing


I see The hood of a clean tractor.

I hear The diesel engine purring

I smell Fresh cut grass.

I taste Mint flavored gum.

I grip The steering wheel.

I feel The mower deck shaking my brains out.

I wonder How much fuel I have left?

I wish School Did not exist.

I hope I don’t fail 7th grade.

I Like mowing.

Jarod Noble

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