Confessions of a serial mower - the purple folk

Following Elizabeth's blog and comment about us fellow students,
I wrote this little poem today to describe us a bit. See what you think.

Some have young children
others have animals and pets
We have gels on the coast
and those down on the farm
There are views of the country
and even capital cities
Home and abroad, the mileage is vast
Folks that are poorly and
feeling quite raw
There is even one with a hole in her door!
Others leading busy lives to the max
All have a link that conjoins them
from afar
A bright purple tread that encircles
their hearts.