The great debates roll around again;
(THOSE are over! Can I hear an “Amen!”?)
About these leaves-what action will I take?
This year how many rakes can I break?
It seems there are as many leaves in the trees
As there are on the ground swirling around my knees –
Evidence it’s too early to start this task,
But when I do, should I wear a mask?
Raking them is so slow and sweaty;
And some of the bags get kinda hefty;
But it’s peaceful and I can listen to tunes
As the yard fills up with leafy dunes.
Blowing them makes way too much noise;
Louder than a bus full of rowdy boys!
The wind is always such a tease
Fighting the blower and making me sneeze.
Mowing might work if that’s what I do,
And it whittles the hours down to two.
The trick is getting the mower to start.
For all that headache I don’t have the heart.
So the dilemma is to mow, blow or rake.
To pretend that I care makes me a fake.
Better to greet the fun each day might bring,
And deal with the yard full of leaves next spring.