Smell of fresh mown grass

Brainstorming, concentrating

panning... for poem

idea shattered brew

tilly by deafening seasonal

greensward cutting crew

contracted throughout summer to mow

leaves of grass

every Tuesday, which drew

attention toward fragrant aroma

seeping into nostrils

of me - match hew,

heavily negated true

quiescence courtesy ear splitting

soundcloud of driving

mowers even moo

ving bovines would

clap cloven hooves

over soft as lambs wool

sensitive hearing micro corkscrew

innards, viz their spade

shaped audiological

anatomical accouterments -

cow word lee lowing Jew

pitter Io sliver by jove whew

once silence returns

(after cessation rip snorting bedlam)

savoring the hum of nature anew,

and moost likely relish

fresh cut leaves of grass

as I inhale analogous

delectable waft of homebrew

albeit molecules borne aloft

after sharp heavy duty blades

of industrial riding mowers bestrew

higglety pigglety, helter skelter

juicy fruit chlorophyll rich

plants releasing nectar

sweet as honeydew

olfactory imbibing nostalgic view

of yesterday, when agrarian farmsteads

populated landscape picturesquely

anointing, exuding, messaging...

perfuming faint clue

intimating rural lifestyle forebears

hapt tubby privy too,

where deer and antelope played

unaccosted by impending urbanization,

hence such idyllic serene rue

man nation - visage you

would probably concur

as most divine comity

worth more than any buckeroo

could purchase - vestiges vanishing

without a trace adieu

mother nature nowhere found

except caged up within zoo.