Neighbour locates dandelions,
meticulously digs up roots
muttering incoherently
in a gruff brogue
I ignore his temper, watch
the yellow-crowned beauties
surge beneath a warming sun;
hum a childish tune –
Dandelions wink.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter. Image my own)
Lovely.
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So good
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Thank you
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Dandelions get such an undeserved bad rap. They are so great for the bees and really only bloom for a short time. I really enjoyed your poem.
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Agreed Mark. Thank for dropping by.
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What a great juxtaposition between you and your neighbor. A delightful read.
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Thanks LuAnne. It was fun to write
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Delightful to apprecite its beauty through your poem and photo. 🙂
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Thanks Amy!
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Beautiful dandelions….- I love them:)
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Thanks Janet.
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I love it!
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😊🥰
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Dandelions make me smile, as did your delightful poem❤️
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So glad! Felt very mischeivious writing it, lol.
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OMG VJ !! John and I have surrendered to the magic of weeds / dandelions / impossible standards of lawn care this year. And oh how freeing this is. Love this post, and all you share. Andrea
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Glad I’m not alone. 😘
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So sweet.
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😁
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