The other day, Ramona and I were talking about the variety of perspectives on dandelions. She falls firmly into Camp-I-Love-Them. The next day, she needed to produce a piece of writing for our writing group, and she wrote this poem. I absolutely love it.
by Ramona (age 16)
The Dandelion Lady sees beauty and light,
where others see nuisance and blight.
She loves the bright, yellow heads,
where others fear for their flower beds.
She picks a bouquet, and at the end of her day,
says, "Thank you, dandelions!" and throws them away.
Friends ask, "How is your crop?"
She replies, "It fills my heart to the top."
Neighbors ask, "How are your seeds?"
She chuckles and responds, "Why, they're growing like weeds!"
Where do you stand on dandelions?
For more about the magic of nature and all things poetic, visit Margaret Simon at Reflections on the Teche, for this week's round-up.