mower fodder

mower fodder

the mower killed

     the daisies

          the frogs

               the slow worms

and it is killing me

mellow meadow 

tell me please

all about the bees

and the wind in the trees

the buttercup days

in daisies chained 
convoluted high in
convolvulus skies

lay the mower-man under his sods

and sing your heart unto the blue