I Smell a Chore

The smell of fresh grass
on a warm summer's day, with
a hint of gasoline
is a smell... I must say... that
conjures a memory of my
youth far away.

Across my Dad's lawn
I trudge and I pray, that
this chore to be done
is all... for today... 'cause
my friends all await me
to join them in play
before our time has expired
and the moon slides our way.

I'm finally all done
and the mower put away, and
I sit on my swing
on my porch... and I sway... back
from my memory of
a warm summer's day.