The Humble Dandelion
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A wild flower that grows with lovely florets yellow,
it is the dandelion- a very humble fellow.
Some think them ugly and want to destroy,
but I recall as a child finding a dandelion with joy.
I would collect a bouquet of yellow beauty for mother,
to place on her kitchen ledge- then give her another.
They spread and grow, each seed a good flyer,
floating on the warm breezes to any place they desire.
Like tiny parachutes they fly away into the wind,
leaving a 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 go up high, high, high.
Yes, indeed, a dead dandelion is an ugly thing for sure,
but I have memories of dandelion bouquets that ensure.
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October 30, 2018 - Edit
Poetry/Couplet/The Humble Dandelion
Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1113-455-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Standard Contest 175
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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