My Side of the Fence

The grass is always higher on my side of the fence.

At first glance to you it won’t make any sense.

Why is starting a mower harder than starting a blender?

It’s useless to pout and blame it on gender.


The battery’s not dead – that’s easy to hear

But it won’t be long till it is, I fear.

Countless tries make it and me tired.

Would be great to say on first try it fired.


Mowing’s a favorite chore of mine;

Beats inside chores any of the time

Though evidence doesn’t  match this sentiment

As vegetation soars from vanishing sediment.


So I muster the energy to use a push mower.

No motor means it’s quiet but oh so much slower.

By the time I finish one complete round

For sure the starting point can’t be found.


The sounds of the blades remind me of Dad –

Linking chains of smiles for all the fun we had

In city yards. While we played as he mowed

Seeds of precious memories were sowed.


Wild flowers I haven’t seen in a while

Remind me of Mom and make me smile.

Those tiny blossoms normally don’t peek

Through sheared blades in a lawn low and sleek.


As spring rains fall I hear the grass grow

And some remarking why doesn’t she mow

Don’t worry I am doing just that.

You may not hear it and I won’t get fat.


My face will be red but not from blushing.

My clothes will be wet but not from splashing

In the cool of the Current while riding a boat.

Could now be the time to get a pet goat


PS. If you notice some strange punctuation practices here

my comma only works when I hold one of the spacers down and then I get a gillion of them.



About Teresa Pearson Lee

Retired after 33 years of teaching English and French (one year in private school in Memphis, TN and the rest in public school in Doniphan, MO. Enjoying new adventures - all those things I put off for lack of time, energy, now I can try them! Pottery, writing, traveling, camping, kayaking, dancing, listening to some of the best live music ever, and making lively new friendships. All christened with an appreciation for great red wine! Created and operated KC's on the Current, then sold it and managed it for new owners. You might still find me at the reservation desk when spring rolls around. Born and raised in St. Louis, MO near The Hill. Though a transplant to Southeast Missouri, still a city gal at the core with a deep love of the natural resources in these Ozark foothills. Currently I am a content coordinator for Poplar Bluff Living Magazine and a columnist/stringer for the local weekly The Prospect News. My rescue Siamese helps with most of the proofreading; he has a great ear. I relish the solitude easily had in the Mark Twain Forest but thoroughly enjoy lively outings for music, wine, conversation close to home or in my beloved hometown. Technology is my greatest challenge but so worth the shared connections. There may be a need for solitude but there is little loneliness. The material in this blog written by Teresa Lee is her property and cannot be used without express written consent to do so.
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