As seeds blow from the dandelions
Across the fallow field,
They sail upon the autumn breeze
Like parachutes they go,
Whilst floating through the chilly air
To some place far away,
And then shall rest upon the ground
When in the spring they'll grow.
To spread their mark upon the land
And furnish it with gold,
To every corner they shall dwell
Then rise in majesty,
And colour England with their grace
In every nook and verge,
Though some shall fall to stone and stream
And meet their destiny.
Alas my heart does feel for those
Deprived the chance to live,
Who never bloomed within the sun
And lost for evermore,
I stand alone and watch them go
And bless them as they rise,
To seek the breeze and fly afar
The wait for snow to thaw.
An amazing ode, I feel airy and light like a dandelion reading it.Perfect flow and delicate emotion all through the verse.These parachutes are floating directly into my favourites :) Thanks for sharing. A.
A lovely composition Andy, the dandelions are so like parachutes, isn't nature wonderful? It reminded me of when we used to blow the seeds, and say one o clock two o clock etc, 10 from me Lynda xxx
Andrew, I feel like I am floating after reading this glorious poem. What an original title and sensitive emotion it shows and I will always think of dandelions as parachutes from now, and will even tell my grandchild why! 10 Karin Anderson
I like the rhythm and the rhymes. They fit in without distracting. A powerful way to highlight the fate of the unborn. Well done.
splendid work, andrew. as previous comments reflect, absolutely beautiful. inviting and enveloping, drawing one just close enough to nature's unforgivable aspect. excellent. -Tailor
Andrew, very beautiful poem, it is pleasant to read, I wish you deep a root to England, with difference from dandelions... X-X-X......... Best wishes, Tsira
Is England so pretty in summer? We have dandelions growing wild througout the year, all along the sidewalks. whatever you paint a lovely picture -10 anjali
Excellent poem lines Andrew...especially those of the last stanza...compelling to read again and again...you are throwing up a beautiful philosophic message also inconspicuous behind your beautiful dandelions there...thanks...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful piece Andrew...lovely images...10