A rhyming poem about battling weeds in the grass lawn.
Warm weather brings an early crop of weeds
popping up in lawns all across this land.
Why the grass has many pampering needs
while weeds are hardy I don’t understand.
The battle for that perfect grass lawn starts
with weeds the first from winter to emerge.
Getting rid of them takes cunning and smarts.
Yanking them out by hand is one’s first urge.
Weed-killing chemicals are sprayed or spread
by applying a dose of “weed and feed”
with hopes of rendering all the weeds dead.
Homeowners soon find this plan didn’t succeed.
Weeds persistently plague ‘most all lawns
throughout summer by keeping coming back.
Over green grass yards one constantly fawns,
whereas weeds will grow in a driveway crack.
Lawn-warriors know all weeds as evil
plants, a scourge battled since times medieval.
If only Nature had made grass outgrow
weeds, what happiness gardeners would know.
(Poetic format: end-rhymed four-lined stanzas, 10 syllables per line, rhyming abab for first four stanzas, aabb for final stanza)
In the spring, I let the weeds grow into flowering plants of many kinds. This gives the birds and the bees something to rejoice over and my homeowners association the need to warn me of my misdeed.
And then I have the lawn mowed at a height that will not scalp it and allows the grass to have some depth and ability to propagate in a way that drives out all the weeds that have already gone to seed for the following year, their job over. I also do not overwater the lawn making it weak with short roots.
The result is that my lawn does not require fertilizer (I mulch the clippings and leave them on the lawn) and looks a lot better than my neighbors who fertilize, use herbicides, and water the hell out of their lawns. A better lawn at less cost and much less labor.
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Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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And then I have the lawn mowed at a height that will not scalp it and allows the grass to have some depth and ability to propagate in a way that drives out all the weeds that have already gone to seed for the following year, their job over. I also do not overwater the lawn making it weak with short roots.
The result is that my lawn does not require fertilizer (I mulch the clippings and leave them on the lawn) and looks a lot better than my neighbors who fertilize, use herbicides, and water the hell out of their lawns. A better lawn at less cost and much less labor.
Ron
eh . . . That is one thing I am grateful to not having to worry about the weeds. Thank goodness for renting an apartment. Heh.Heh