Lion's Tooth

Here it is, Rich... I like yours better! :)

They say that you are just a weed

though many critters do you feed.

You start life with a fuzzy head;

the roaring mower you must dread.

Like wild flowers that bloom in spring,

you cover almost everything.

Gardeners aim to kill your blooms

with horrid vile toxic fumes.

When young I used to search for hours

for these weeds I thought were flowers.

Now my inner child cries

at every dandelion’s demise.

Author's Note

I recommend this poem, in praise of the dandelion:

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/richom/1209070/

Reviews

[Aethereal]

This poem is so sweet with its rhyme and childhood connection. It inspired me to write another rendition of this poem which you may keep as a gift:


Lion's Tooth

Why should you bring gardeners dread?
I don't treat you like a weed
fuzzy yellow toothy head
turning snow white into seed.

As a child I'd watch you spread
fulfilling my every need
for a pretty flower bed
as my Winters would recede.

[Rita L. Sev]

"fuzzy yellow toothy head..." cute! Thanks, Aethereal!

[Pryde Foltz]

I hear you, sister. I think dandelions are beautiful and I love dandelion greens. Yum. Nice write.

[Rita L. Sev]

:) Thank you, Pryde!

[Dave Ziegert]

Reminds me of being a child, before someone convinced me that a pretty, yellow flower that could tell me if I liked butter was just a weed.

[Rita L. Sev]

Sad when our fancies are crushed by reality... but I still love dandelions, and I still believe in Santa Claus... Thanks for reading, Dave!

[Renée]

I remember when I was little and picked one.putting it in water in the kitchen window..then discovering the delight of that fluffy head of seeds !! I love dandelions Great piece Rita !

[Rita L. Sev]

:) Blowing those seeds and chasing them... ah, the simplicity of youth! Thank you, Renee!

[Renée]

we can still do those things RIta...next opportunity I dare you to do it ( :

[Rita L. Sev]

:) I hope tomorrow is a breezy day... ;)

[Renée]

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[Will]

Sweet and savory, Rita. Fluid rhyme and sweet sentiment. Nicely done.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Will!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

People don't appreciate the beauty that is right before their eyes... sad indeed. Nice tribute to something no one else would think of.

[Rita L. Sev]

I hope you had a chance to read the poem mentioned in the note - another ode to this oft-neglected beauty! Thanks so much, Dale!

[richom]

Excellent poem. It would have been a shame if you hadn't submitted it. When I was a child (my family was somewhat poor), we would at times gather dandelions, fry them in butter, and eat them. That was long ago, but as I recall they were all right with a slightly bitter taste.

[Rita L. Sev]

I have eaten the leaves, but never the blooms... I picked them for my mother, who always smiled as though they were roses... Thanks, Rich!

[Sharon Kim]

Rita, I love this! Great images and rhyme. It is so true too. I remember picking dandelions for my mom and now my kids pick them for me. I get so sad when they close all up inside the cup. My sister loves dandelions and I'm pretty sure that she still insists they aren't a weed!
For you-Here's a little poem you inspired. :)

But, in the twilight of its days
When its mane has turned to grays
Across its head, I blow with might
‘til all the tiny seeds take flight
I close my eyes and make my wish
To be forever young like this.

[Rita L. Sev]

Ah... to be forever young like this... I think that is precisely why I still love the dandelions... Thank you, Sharon!

[SteveB]

Here is the Sev we all adore.Nice rhyme and meter, slice of life with a tinge of nostalgia. Nicely done.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Steve! Everything deserves a poem... :)

[AnnaLeQuinn]

This was too cute! Loved it. Brought back those lovely mini me memories of my mother saying "No! Now there will be so many more" and me thinking it was great! Haha :-)
Anna

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you Anna - my mother says that now about pulling out grey hairs... :)

[AnnaLeQuinn]

Hahaha that is too funny. Mamas never change :-)