"Sleepy and suburban at dusk, 

I learn again the yard’s 

geometry, edging around the garden 

and the weedy knots of flowers, circling 

trees and shrubs, giving 

a wide berth to the berry patch, 

heavy and sprawled out of its bounds. 

Shoving such a machine 

around a fairway of dandelions, 

it is easy to feel absurd. 

The average lawn, left alone 

one hundred years, could become 

a hardwood forest. An admirable project.''

-- From "Mowing,'' by Robert Wrigley