Grass

When does simple grass

Become a beloved lawn?

Cutting or mowing?

A keen observer

Is watching our every move.

A labour of love.

Apprentice, novice.

Bit rough around the edges.

The master looks on.

A stark reminder

Of gardening days gone by

Our son in his place.

My role? To tidy!

Raking and gathering up

As grass becomes lawn.