Gary Bryson

Dandelion Sky - Poem by Gary Bryson

After the war,
and the forest burned down,
Nothing was left,
save the scorched barren ground.
All that was there,
just went up in flames,
Not one thing living,
was left to remain.
The wind blew the smoke,
and the rain washed the ash;
You would think such destruction
forever would last.
But along with spring rains
there were flowers that grew,
And the scorched land was green,
with fields living and new.
They thrived and they flourished,
Yellow dandelion fields,
Carpeting the land,
with yellow flowers they yield.
Then yellow turned white,
as their seeds filled the air,
Floating to new fields,
to flourish somewhere.
They were carried aloft,
Oh they dance and they fly,
And carried to new fields,
in the Dandelion Sky.


Comments about Dandelion Sky by Gary Bryson

  • (4/2/2006 5:13:00 PM)

    Gary This poem was a plesure to read and I too loved the last line. Some of your poetry is awsum this is included. cheers Sylvie. (Report) Reply

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  • (3/24/2006 3:51:00 PM)

    Wonderful image, I could deplict every word with a picture. I love the title

    Patricia Gale
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  • (3/24/2006 3:34:00 PM)

    Some great images & decent rhymes. Loved the closing line. -chuck (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 24, 2006

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