Poetry of Alfred, Lord Tennyson
THE FLOWER.
Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.
To and fro they went
Thro’ my garden-bower,
And muttering discontent
Cursed me and my flower.
Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o'er the wall
Stole the seed by night.
Sow’d it far and wide
By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried
`Splendid is the flower.’
Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.
And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a weed.
Love it! Not sure if I read it but it’s new again.
Nextdoor neighbor complained about our dandilions and I responded, “Why? They’re free food.”
Your poem and graphic reminds me of a dead end street I happened on one day in a aneighborhood I was not familiar with..I saw this lovely sea of yellow at the end..and as I drove closer I realized it was a sea of dandelions.
I did not get a good nap..I woke up much too soon..