Duty

Duty

I rise
At 
Dawn,
To 
Rake
The
Lawn,
Before 
It 
Rains,
Or
Snows,
Or
The
Wind
Blows,
Or
The 
Sun
Is
Too
Hot,
And
Steals
What
Energy
I’ve
Got.
Alas,
I’ve
No
Excuse,
I’m
Guilty
Of
Lawn
Abuse.
If
I continue
To 
Pass
It
By,
The 
Lawn
Will
Die.
In
This 
Land
Of
Rock
And
Sand,
I’m
Lucky
To 
Have
Grass
At
All.
So,
By
Tomorrows
Dawn,
The
Pesky
Leaves
Will
Be
Gone.