Vachel Lindsay

(November 10, 1879 – December 5, 1931 / Springfield, Illinois)

The Dandelion - Poem by Vachel Lindsay

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.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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