Sunday morning gardening sounds, I hear the roar of powered leaf blower
Six doors away clearing the grounds, I dream of when time passed much slower.
Raking up autumnal detritus, takes longer than done with Ryobi,
Though stroking might inflame arthritis, the method favoured in Nairobi.
The clip, clip, clip of secateurs, allows consideration of the plant,
The tool preferred by amateurs, pruning mistakes are rather scant.
The hedge trimmer, though electric powered, slashes and rips through new foliage,
Its volume is decibels louder, depends on charged battery voltage.
A swinging axe with chop ,chop, chop, takes time to take the dead limbs off,
A chain saw takes zilch time to lop, above the roar of two stoke cough.
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