These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Back in the Yard to Mow

It's been about six months, I think,
before the hurricane.
The lawn was mowed when to the brink
Helene was most insane.

Today was mostly pleasant, cool,
just 70 F degrees,
following the mower, like a mule
through a soft and gentle breeze.

But in the afternoon's strong sun,
I was glad to finish well.
First mowing of the season done,
accomplishment to tell.

In a respite on the family's couch,
so purchased with five hours,
I suddenly felt a left leg OUCH,
that caused success to sour.

I walked around, and walked some more,
then finally Charlie left.
With the backside of the thigh still sore,
weird friendship thankful cleft.

It's been two hours since Charlie Horse
rode in to feast on thigh.
The old man knows the need, of course,
to stretch with water nigh.

A note to self in clearest writ:
"Respect advancing age.
When next we mow, then call on wit
to strength of body gauge."

by Jay O’Toole
on April 9th, 2025