Archive for Sunday, April 26, 2009

Poet’s Showcase: The Dandelion’s Destiny

April 26, 2009


Pity the humble dandelion — scorned, despised.

Spring’s first yellow crocus is eagerly welcomed;

The golden daffodils bring joy.

But when the dandelion shows its sunny face

We rush to the weed spray, to the rusty hoe.

Poor thing! It only meant to cheer.

Yet here I am, Weed-B-Gon in hand …

— Jane Tedder lives in Lawrence.


JosephDuvernay 9 years, 2 months ago

Especially sad since the 'dent de lion', though its nutrition-filled leaves, rich in vitamin C, have the similic semblance of a lion's teeth, is really quite in the realm of sheep: humble as you've said, desiring our yellow flower potherb attendance and dance upon that fair comearound of greens in their wild hands-up for notice, in lands damping their dangers with a return to the dashpot of what is readily available, gets disrupture of its bounty by word, deed and weedy tradition unnecessarily.

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