Dandelion Poem by Randy McClave

In my garden there was a dandelion
I plucked it from where it did grow
Like a child I was amazed by its mystery
So then upon it, I gently did blow,
I made a wish as I did when I was young
As the seedlings had taken to the air
The thought brought me back when I was a youth
And for a moment once again, I was there,
Hundreds of her seeds then hit the breeze
As they floated and began their wandering
It was an odyssey that was created by myself
But where would they go, I started pondering,
Some took to the breeze to continue their trek
And some floated slowing to the ground
While some went sailing out of my sight
That moment for me was quite profound,
In my garden all my dandelions are now gone
Their seedlings have been taken up in the wind
Each one I released with a wish and a breath
Freedom and a new awakening to all I did send,
The seedlings soon will find themselves a new home
Upon a yard they will land and will lie still
Now what once was mystery and an odyssey to me
Will now become a reality, as a yellow daffodil.


Randy L. McClave