The waiting pages ...

The mower lunged forward, woken from its winter sleep - 

Spilled petrol chilled my fingers - 

I heaped up the cut grass - 

The last time I'd mowed this lawn, my dad still ruled his shrunken kingdom - 

I wondered what other kingdoms would fall this year - 

What words would I write on the waiting pages ? 

13.00

Wednesday 14 March 2018

The Old School House 

East Stoke 

Dorset