CATHY CHANDLER'S COMMENT: What a treat! A sonnet in trimeter. Cuts to the chase (no pun intended ;-)) On each new reading I’ve found more to love about it, even line 8, which I thought a trifle rhyme-driven at first, but which I soon realized is simply natural, good-natured banter. The details in the juxtaposition of the newfangled versus the old-style mowing machine and the acceptance of the aging process in lines 11 through 14 are brilliant. One thinks of mowing as reaping or harvesting. Or shades of the “grim reaper”. Or, better still, Psalm 37:2-3. No nits.
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