Cutting the Grass

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The sun’s beating down on my back,

I fight off the heat’s deadly attack,

I march forward into the untamed wild,

Weeds overgrown, walls defiled,

Scythe in hand, I start to fight,

The overgrown weeds to meet their blight,

The fight is long, the day is hot,

I battle hard what Mother Nature wrought,

The sweat rolling from my brow,

I know I must win somehow,

From my scythe the weeds fall like rain,

The heat of the sun does my energy drain,

The day is done and my work finished,

The sweat pouring and my energy diminished,

But it seems my work is in vain,

For in one week, I must fight the weeds again.