Thursday, July 28, 2011

The Tired Monk...on Mowing

some days it is sandals
deep in ornamental grass
others days it is steel toe grit
sweat grinding, steep ditch sides
to forest edge

novices wait...soccer ball in hand



An Olsonomics Link Concerning More Mowing: http://olsonomics.blogspot.com/2011/07/iawah.html
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19 comments:

  1. bttrflyscarJuly 28, 2011 at 12:38 PM

    poor grass lol :)

    http://bttrflyscar.blogspot.com/2011/07/blade-of-grass.html

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  2. madhumakhiJuly 28, 2011 at 12:42 PM

    The grass gets injured by human shoes.

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  3. JJ Roa RodriguezJuly 28, 2011 at 1:19 PM

    is the heat and no rain not enough... LOL!

    JJRod'z

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  4. BubbaJuly 28, 2011 at 1:38 PM

    Why can't they invent a hybrid grass that only grows to three inches long? Nice one, Ollie!

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  5. laurie kolpJuly 28, 2011 at 1:52 PM

    We had a drought the first half of the summer, so the grass mowing was minimal. Now it's full force ahead. I hear ya!

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  6. signed...bkmJuly 28, 2011 at 3:04 PM

    Oh very nice...the rewards of mowing bring much pleasure to this tired monk....play ball - for hockey season will be here before we know it...bkm

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  7. SusannahJuly 28, 2011 at 4:24 PM

    Love this, mowing personified. At least there is a reward waiting at the end! :-)

    Nice one.

    I joined in with this prompt too - The Grass is Greener. . .

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  8. AnonymousJuly 28, 2011 at 5:16 PM

    Oh, that grass we must manage for the sake of the kids... Nice write, I must confess I didn't consider the labor involved with grass. Peace, Amy (and of course you know how my take will go)
    http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/07/28/grass/

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  9. kaykualaJuly 29, 2011 at 4:43 AM

    Mowing can exhilarating. It is not a chore but an exercise, a passion that may just add a few more years to a middle aged

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  10. EllaJuly 29, 2011 at 11:50 AM

    I love this; I love how you took us to both sides~
    And of course the edge ;D

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  11. Mike PatrickJuly 29, 2011 at 5:06 PM

    Working toward a goal. The labor we go through for a labor of love.

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  12. MaggieJuly 29, 2011 at 7:21 PM

    Ha! Let them mow it next time.

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  13. Dave KingJuly 30, 2011 at 4:38 AM

    Oh, I do like that so much. Incisive and economical. Lovely.

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  14. AndreasJuly 30, 2011 at 8:18 AM

    Damn! That sweat and toil - it's like you're spitting out words through gritted teeth. Great stuff, Ollie!

    (And practice just goes on and on.)

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  15. Sherry Blue SkyJuly 30, 2011 at 10:56 AM

    Yikes! even the ditch sides? Perilous. Love it, Ollie....can see the sweat on the Tired Monk's forehead. And the waiting novices.

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  16. ElizabethJuly 30, 2011 at 11:09 AM

    Now, I live in an apartment where the maintanance crew does all that labor, but your poem reminded me of days in the past, and escpecially those sloping ditches, whew!

    Elizabeth

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  17. Bethany AnnJuly 31, 2011 at 10:09 PM

    never cut a lawn in my life. my dad was the boss of a crew that mowed for us. so every time i see a sculpted ditch side, i know what's happened... y'know, how it looked when it happened.

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  18. Square CornerAugust 3, 2011 at 6:34 PM

    Great summer sport imagery!

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  19. erinAugust 4, 2011 at 8:54 PM

    those novices don't know, do they? they just itch.

    xo
    erin

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