Highland Clearance - edit

[dukealien]

Highland Clearance


I heard a bagpipe chorus just last night–
its droning parts, at least, resounded there
in key of G, not fuzzy-pure or bright
but fitting for a highland sunset air.

These being U.S. hills, they’re mechanized:
Hispanic laborers each shouldering
his racket-buzzing blower, deputized
to blast cut grass from walks that evening.

Their melody – did I parse notes to groans
or hear those workers' efforts and transpose
to music from their engines' lilting moans?
Who cares? It passed my time to night’s repose.

original version;

I heard a bagpipe chorus yesternight--
its droning parts, at least, resounded there
in key of G, not fuzzy-pure or bright
but fitting for a highland sunset air.

This being 'cross the Pond, it's mechanized:
some contract laborers each shouldering
his petrol-burning blower, deputized
to clear cut grass from walks this evening.

Their melody – did I fit notes to groans
or hear those workers' efforts translated
to music from their engines' lilting moans?
Who cares? It passed my time to night and bed.

A little drive-by silliness.  Worth improving?