A dandelion proudly grows
beneath my favorite hybrid rose.
I used to prod, pull each one out,
before I knew, I had no clout.
They seem to think that they belong --
and once I thought that they were wrong.
Then came the day I realized
that they brought cheer to gloomy skies
And so, I've learned that there is space
for things that seem to have no grace.
This yellow blowball is a weed.
and on the wind, shares ev'ry seed.
Our lesson on veracity
comes from this seed's tenacity.
To persevere what e're the cost
and bloom beneath the rugged cross.
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Author Notes
Spring flowers are popping up all over the neighborhood but the bright yellow dandelion is the most prolific and steals the show.
Every time I see one, I am reminded of Adewpearl (Brooke Baldwin) and her love of the dandelion. I miss her lovely poetry and especially the ones about the dandelion.
This is my humble dandelion poem. Thank you for reading.
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