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Dandelions

Dandelions are Mother Nature’s gold medallions,
Hated by master landscapers as obnoxious weeds
Marching across manicured lawns like battalions,
A whiff of wind releases thousands of their seeds.

written January 27, 2022

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Maurice Rigoler

February 18, 2022 at 8:43 PM

I have several poems on the hated lawn squatter, the dandelion. They're edible and a good source of vitamins, and they make a good wine. New Englanders have known and appreciated it for a very long time. I love its geodesic construct with it turns to seed. / Maurice

Caren Krutsinger

January 28, 2022 at 11:01 AM

I love dandelions -- living in the country, the only thing I get rid of is those horrible prickly thistles that are no fun to step on barefooted.

L Milton Hankins

January 28, 2022 at 11:43 AM

I hear you, and I agree, Caren...especially when you are walking in your yard barefooted, which I like to do in the summer.

Gershon Wolf

January 27, 2022 at 5:34 PM

Medallions and battalions -- very clever! Two thumbs up. (That's all I got). Smiles, Gershon

L Milton Hankins

January 27, 2022 at 6:46 PM

Thanks, gw. I takes what I can get!

John Lawless

January 27, 2022 at 12:23 PM

i stopped fighting the Dandelion Wars years ago....now i just think of them as very small sunflowers..

L Milton Hankins

January 27, 2022 at 2:22 PM

That certainly is a good way to look at them, John.

Rico Leffanta

January 27, 2022 at 10:49 AM

Not many weeds make great wine . . . .Aloha!

L Milton Hankins

January 27, 2022 at 11:25 AM

So true, Rico, and that's why they are "gold medallions!" All of the yard flowers have uses. I have a friend who makes violet jelly, which is delicious.

John Read

January 27, 2022 at 10:48 AM

They say a rose in a bed of tulips is a weed.

L Milton Hankins

January 27, 2022 at 11:27 AM

So they say, and I suppose that is true if you are a real stickler for order. I love everything that blooms, and I let my yard go uncut for as long as possible because I know those blooms are natural pollinators. If it is beautiful, I let is grow wherever it is comfortable. You know, bloom where you are planted, and all that.....

Sam Kauffman

January 27, 2022 at 10:45 AM

While I don't like dandelions in my lawn or garden, they are a whimsical delight in in the wild. Your poem has captured that whimsy. Blessings!

L Milton Hankins

January 27, 2022 at 11:29 AM

Just think of them as little yellow flowers decorating your lawn, Sam. No matter what you do, they'll appear from time to time. Try some of their leaves in a salad.

Tom Cunningham

January 27, 2022 at 10:15 AM

Such a colourful plant and they call it a weed, A few in the garden adds a bit of colour, Tom

L Milton Hankins

January 27, 2022 at 11:30 AM

I agree wholeheartedly with you, Tom. There really aren't that many beautiful yellow flowers, so they can be a splash of color.

Gary Radice

January 27, 2022 at 9:52 AM

Les Dents De Lion - translated - "The teeth of the lion" (In their golden state anyway) I love dandelions and love your poem. Cheers - Gary

L Milton Hankins

January 27, 2022 at 11:32 AM

Thank you, Gary. I can see that some do, some don't...to each his own. I have a neighbor who spends most of his summer battling the small yard flowers like dandelions and violets. I just enjoy them.

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