Weekend Warrrior

Weekly battle waged and won

Weekend Warrior

 

He rides upon his mighty steed

Cutting a swath through the emerald terrain.

In his wake, tiny forces take flight,

Scattering as he makes another pass.

 

On the ground, fallen soldiers lie,

Drying in the sun.

The smell of their wounds,

Fresh on the wind.

 

Dismounting, he wipes his brow

And surveys his conquest.

A job well done,

Drink in hand, he quenches his thirst.

Author's Note

Just playing around. Comments welcome. Wondering if it is too obvious...

Reviews

[ShelleyA]

Hi Sharon. A very good write and metaphor about your weekend warrior. Skillfully crafted free verse which I enjoy. Imagery is good as are the descriptives. Through the lens of your eye you paint a vivid picture of his winning battle against the terrain. We can see this steed so clearly. The sound, beauty and scent of grass being mowed is something any reader can see in their mind's eye. Flow is good as is the line to line transition and breaks. Nice rhythm. Good depth of feeling. Excellent closing lines. Well penned and a most entertaining piece. Write on!

[Sharon Kim]

Thank you, Shelley! I admire your poems and your reviews!

[ShelleyA]

Hi Sharon. You're very welcome and my pleasure. Have a great day!

[SteveB]

Nicely done. Not too obvious at all which makes it a lovely read.

Although there are those of us who still are old school enough to have an old fashioned push mower non-motorized.

[Sharon Kim]

Thank you, Steve! My father-in-law actually has one of those still! :)

[Cody Williams]

It wasn't' t too obvious. I also had to read it a couple of times before I realized it was about mowing the lawn. Very nice poem! Thanks for sharing it!

-CW

[Sharon Kim]

Thanks for reading it!

[Sharon L.H. Kelly]

I read it twice before realizing it was about mowing the lawn, very clever! In reflection, the title perhaps makes it more obvious.

[Sharon Kim]

Oh good! I didn't want it too obvious, nor did I want someone saying 'what the heck was she talking about.' :) Thank you, Sharon!