I checked the oil,
Fille up with gas,
Cranked up my "Husky"
And off we went in class.
The "husky" is my loyal mower
I had to mow the yard,
Across the back I finished first
Doing that wasn't so hard.
Then to the front of the house I went
Mother and two young geese I spied,
From next door they wandered over
Seeds on the tall grass stems they eyed.
They kept pecking at these seeds
Wandering further away from home
For their safety, I began to fear
In the pasture they should roam.
Vina Carathers
November 8, 2001
They were meandering too far south
On the road was heavy traffic,
Old "Husky" and me decided to heard them
Back home, but can we do this quick?
Slowly, half way cross the yard
The geese really did respond,
Then one of the young decided to fly
Flew out of the yard and to its pond.
Across the yard; across the field
The second young took off in flight,
It too, landed on the pond
Then Mother flew; so they're all right.
Old faithful "Husky" and me
We mowed till we got through,
I blew the grass and dirt off "Husky"
Then drove her back into her pew.