Yard Gaurd

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    Yard Gaurd

    I'm writing this poem for my neighborhood friends
    And I'm still not sure how this will all end.
    My first question would be how do you survive
    On your mowers at 7:00 while you party at night.
    Your yards are immaculate compared to mine
    But I'm so exhausted from the noise all the time.
    I can't sleep with mowers doing what they do best
    And the loud parties at night just give me no rest.
    Not wanting to be remiss as evening settles down
    On the workday weeks quiet familys sleep sound.
    But when Saturday comes with the yard caring din
    It's my only time to lounge and perhaps sleep in.
    Apparently I'm alone in this simple request
    I'll probably end up labeled the neighborhood pest.
    Which is OK by me since what I ask is slight
    Could the weekends just be a little more QUIET!!!

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    aggieprof commented on Yard Gaurd

    03-16-2009

    I can appreciate the feelings.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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