A Lovely Weed

Out in the field she walked

And brought back to me, her teacher,

A beautiful bouquet of dandelions,

These sunny gems brought a smile to my lips,

And a scowl from my aid.

“A pesky weed”, she declared,

Bit, I for one believe it true ,

That a dandelion’s value is sadly overlooked.

They are the first flower often plucked,

By pudgy toddler fingers and proudly thrust forth as gifts,

To give to mommies and grandmas,

And, well, any one else they love.

Their stems make fabulous chains to bejewel,

Or when split and put in water curl up,

Fantastically like the ends of ribbons on a present.

The sunny, cheerful flower, held to the chin,

Can reveal a variety of silly secrets,

Or if one chooses to rub it on the skin

Can turn it a bright shade of yellow.

Beyond that sunny, cheerful posy,

The greens are not only edible but also nutritious,

And the delight of blowing these seeds in the fall,

Cannot be matched by even store-bough soapy bubbles.

So, I must admit, I will ever be pleased,

With a bouquet of this beautiful, lovely weed!