Bright yellow dandelion heads stand
On most gardens in the land
Stealthily maturing
Against weed killers enduring
Strong this carpets tenacious grip
So difficult to nip
Yet beauty called a weed
Hated as it casts the seed
Whipped away on yon wind
Endurance it does not rescind
Ah weeds! ! They get such a bad press...these are the flowers that children are permitted to pick, the ones they can blow to the four winds distributing their seeds. I have a special place for weeds in my garden......and the birds and bees have no prejudice. lovely poem, alana
A gardner's folly will allow weed to owerrun the garden. A beauty unwanted. A poem of very vast and deep meanings. Enjoyed the reading. Regards Naseer
We were just talking about 'weeds' last night in a counseling session and the need to weed our gardens daily...week one-weeds are aggravating....week two-they become impossible....week three- if you have not weeded by then plow your garden under and start over......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gordon: Enjoyed the poem and the comments. Boy they sure wanted to set you straight on that Gardener. Of course, they were right on that apostrophe. Also brings to mind another reason to let sleeping dandelions lie having quaffed many a beaker of dandelion wine. Adeline