The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread~XXXIV~March 10, 2007

March 10, 2007 | Soaring Feather/Poets of the Lair

[Soaring Feather]

Oh, I see. ;)

[NY Attitude]

I am well thanks. So far it is early for me as I have a strange work schedule. I hope that your day is going well. The coffee is just starting to work.

[Soaring Feather]

Yup, so far so good, just finished with lunch. LOL and you've just started moving around in the new day.

[NY Attitude]

Some mornings I am out the door before the milkman arrives. Other days I start late.

[Soaring Feather]

Yupper, jobs are like that, some of them.

I am lazy, I do poetry any time. :)

[NY Attitude]

Lazy, I don't think so. It is good that the creative spirit in you flourishes so well. 8^)

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You, some days that's the only thing that moves(spirit). I mean, I am like a rock settled in for the duration. LOL

[Lady Jag]

The Dandelion

O dandelion, rich and haughty, King of village flowers! Each day is coronation time, You have no humble hours. I like to see you bring a troop To beat the blue-grass spears, To scorn the lawn-mower that would be Like fate's triumphant shears, Your yellow heads are cut away, It seems your reign is o'er. By noon you raise a sea of stars More golden than before. Vachel Lindsay

[NY Attitude]

Such true statements. Anyone that has a lawn would know how true this poem is. Good one.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh the pesky dandelion
covered in white fluff
floats through the air
it hits my nose and makes me sniff
I sneeze and off it drifts
to find another nose to close
with it's white lint.

They covered the yard in golden yellow
acting as a king in his domain
seeking to expand his realm from
fence to neighbors garden just
raising lots of Cain.

Ya, dig 'em, ya spray 'em
ya, curse 'em, and bless 'em
for when the yellow hits the ground
ya know for sure Summer's around.

Soaring Feather (c) 03.14.07

[Lady Jag]

LOL! My neighbor blames me for her dandelions. What's worse, she blames me for her leaves!

[MEG33]

Love these flowers! I must go hunt my English Bluebell picture in honor of your poem..

English Bluebells
Spring "Break" For The Lair

[NY Attitude]

Great poem.

[NY Attitude]

Interesting. What an ungrateful person to complain about the bounty of gifts that you give him/her. 8^)

[Soaring Feather]

Meg, this is exquisite. Love that shade of blue.

In the Northeast we call these flowers Lupine, Lupine come in many colors.

Thank you so much for beautifying the Lair on Spring Break.

It's raining now. Wh00p!

[Soaring Feather]

Thanks. Just a little bit of fluff. ;)

[Soaring Feather]

Oh, Meg I think I made a mistake on the flowers you posted, they are indeed BlueBells. Sorry.

[Lady Jag]

The Lonely Dandelion

He stands there in the middle of the lawn A splash of colour in a sea of green An introduction to the breaking dawn The brightest sight from all round to be seen. A yellow circle like the very sun A friendly warmth emitting from his glow A stalwart flower yet a lonely one In one-off isolation does he grow. One of many he would rather be With fellow yellow buddies all around Though all the rest are now but history Hacked with incompassion to the ground. He'll follow them ere long with all due speed. To those who rule the roost he's just a weed. Terry Donovan

[Lady Jag]

Right! Maybe I'm not giving her enough!!

[Soaring Feather]

Ah, a rebuttal Dandelion poem. Nice.