The mower told the grass not to grow,
In the loudest of noises and the grass,
Stubbornly grew as if nobody had just
Beaten it on the head, and mowed it down
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You could salt the ground And have no need for the mower Then use the money saved To buy something pretty.. Great poem I loved it.. iip
There is something about this poem that reminds me that signs of outward strength often betray an essence that falls short of its....power, mandate....A great, thought-provoking poem.