Dandelion

By whose criteria is the dandelion a weed

unwanted in the yard?

 

Yellowness of hundreds  reflect the sun

prolific and abundant

White seed pods flow in the wind

spread like bubbles far and near

 

Children weave them for necklaces

Adorn their hair with dandelion barrettes

Blow the fluffy white feathers

Chase them through the fields

 

The poor man’s food

Dandelion greens, heads fried in butter

wondrous and full of vitamins

Cure for disease

 

Would we rather rape the oceans

pesticide the fields

Plant hybrids that die

and never reproduce?

 

Nature tries to teach us

but we pay no heed

We listen not to the inner voice

but have open ears to those

 

who say the dandelion has no value

kill it

it has no beauty

it’s a weed

 

By whose criteria is a dandelion a weed

unwanted in the yard?

 

Spectrum II

 

May 9, 2013

Looking at the hundreds of dandelions in my back space

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



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