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Garden Tractor
September 7, 1997
The blades skim across the silken hay
Leaving tufts of grass along the way.
This green machine cannot cut clean
The grass neglected 'till almost fall.
And since it grew oh so tall
It looked as if here and there
A meadow filled with bad cut hair.

But as the man-made machine,
Painted green,
Ambled along it's way
I enjoy the peace and praise our Lord
For giving me this day.

I'm thankful for this patch of earth
And thankful for my soul's rebirth
Because that field of Queen Anne's lace
Could otherwise not be replaced
By materialistic things...

And while I watch the birds on wings
And butterflies pass me by
I pray
'Oh Lord give me lots of days
Such as this
That fill me up with such sweet bliss.'

By Geri Moser, Innkeeper
Breath of Heaven B&B
Petersburg, West Virginia
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