Good-bye My Friend, ode to an L-Tool.

Good-bye to you, my trusted friend.

You had your season in the sun.

Time to rest in the shadows, like the fading roses.

Together we climbed hills, beneath trees, got scraped and worn.

Now that winter is in the air, like the flowers,the weeds have gone.

You've helped to teach me right from wrong, what was ground cover , and where to scrape so it would be gone.

We had joy, we had fun, we saved some worms , played too long in the sun.

You wore bright enough blue and flashed enough blade,

so every time when I was down,

crawling and feeling along without sound,

you'd help me find what I thought I'd lost. You knew I'd always come around,

and dig your edge back into the ground.

Good-bye to you my trusted friend.

Until spring is in the air

And roots and buds are everywhere

Until then, my heart wants there,

But alone you'll wait , quiet, without flair.