The Humble Dandelion
An ugly little weed the grows with florets yellow,
the very common dandelion is a very humble fellow.
Some think ugly and go to great lengths to destroy,
but I recall as a child finding a "dande" was my joy.
I would collect a bouquet of ugly beauty for mother,
to place on her kitchen ledge- then give her another.
They spread and grow, their ugly seed a good flyer,
floating on the warm breezes to any place they desire.
Like little tiny parachutes they fly away into the wind,
leaving a really ugly dried up hull far, far, far behind.
Did you know that all the bee's and insects love them,
and that butterflies and all kinds of birds eat them.
People eat them too- the flower, leaves and roots,
but others want to stamp them out with their boots.
As a child we would blow on the seeds to make them fly,
making a wish as the seeds would up high, high, high.
Yes indeed, a dead dandelion is an ugly thing for sure,
but I find a great beauty in the floating seeds that endure.
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October 30, 2018
Poetry/Couplet/The Humble Dandelion
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All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
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