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
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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