Grass Lover
Air so fresh it hurts deep inside
With every green blade I must at last confide
I love to smell freshly cut and manicured lawns
It’s to this exotic aroma I’m inexplicitly drawn
Mowing the lawn is something I love to do
Especially after the leaves have fallen and summer is through
Didn’t you know trimming and hedging is now all the rage
There is nothing we can’t do in this day and age
So if your grass is up and your leaves are down
Call me quickly as possible don’t fool around
No one loves to landscape or play with the grass more
To me this activity isn’t even a chore
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Robert Williford
Honorably discharged disabled veteran from Arkansas. Did a 12 month tour in Europe and a 6 week deployment to Northwest Africa. I speak a little German and a lot of Spanish. Many Vets lose their way/purpose in life. Your new mission in life, the most important you will ever have, is to become a better father, husband, son and neighbor. It doesn't make you weak to become a better human being. You don't have to be one of the military statistics who either commit suicide or end up in prison.
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