To: Soaring Feather; NY Attitude; Kathy in Alaska; MEG33; tomkow6; WayzataJOHNN; ...
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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
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248 posted on
03/14/2007 9:46:23 AM PDT by
Lady Jag
(A positive attitude will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort.)
To: Lady Jag
Such true statements. Anyone that has a lawn would know how true this poem is. Good one.
249 posted on
03/14/2007 9:49:04 AM PDT by
NY Attitude
(You are responsible for your safety until the arrival of Law Enforcement Officers!)
To: Lady Jag; NY Attitude; MEG33; Kathy in Alaska; WayzataJOHNN
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
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