Dandelion Nursery Rhyme
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Some people call a dandelion a weed,
but to me it is a pretty wildflower indeed.
With yellow petals at the top of each one,
like golden rays just like the sun.
Blooming like stars in the meadows and grass,
bigger, bigger and bigger as hot days pass.
Under the rain clouds or bright blue skies,
they are visited by insects and butterflies.
Then, all of a sudden one day,
they fold up their petals and the yellow tumbles away.
And instead they now have fluffy tufts delicate and white.
so fragile, lovely and light.
They send flying the fluffy tufts in the wind happily freed,
oh, each one is a new dandelion seed.
Soon they find a place to grow and grow,
sending their roots deep into the soil below.
New buds in no time open to the sky,
and soon we find yellow wildflowers growing high.
Now you can make a yellow bouquet for mommy,
or daddy or even your sweet gran-mommy.
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March 6, 2021
Poetry/Nursery Rhyme/Dandelion
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1334-406-06
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Nursery Rhyme
sponsor, Eve Roper, Judged 03/11/2021
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2021
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