Beloved Dandelion

Beloved Dandelions


Oh, dandelion
I love to watch you grow
from yellow bud
to golden flower
you change yourself
each coming hour

Children pick you
for their mothers
who receive them
as if they were a rose bouquet

As you grow old
your hoary heads
are blown into the wind
as your seeds drift
down into the earth
I know you’ll grow again

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

What a bright and summery piece.

[Stuart Munro]

I love Dandelions , Keith Richards of the Rolling Stones called his son Dandelion
And the stones have a song Keith wrote called Dandelion , you can hear on utube

[Robert Haigh]

This reminds me of a poem I wrote, called "Dandelion." Our poems are not the same, but they both sing the praises of the humble dandelion. Dandelions do have beauty, even if gardeners do not welcome them!

[Chris Shaw]

Lovely sunny disposition and I like to watch their seeds disperse in the wind. I don't think of them as a weed. Just another flower struggling to survive. Kidsive them. Nicely penned Ruth.

Chris