The cancer piece I plan to post will have to be in a small font {to keep the format, which I feel is particularly important re 'Mushrooming.' Doubt many of you will feel it is worth the strain. Tho't perhaps this would be to more to 'y'all's liking. {Shorter, if nothing else.} ~~ To dredge up a dated expression, I'm a bit hepped on
dandelions, yeah. ~~~~ For the Dandelion Lovers Out There. . .and in my H e a r t ..............=
A grassy knoll was simply that – a hill, a climbable sponge that tickled and teased summer- freed toes and feathered an aerie a genie coaxed from Aladdin's lamp for the earth angels little devils like us formed by angling bodies our mothers despaired were half naked or worse : just look at your elbows/ knob knees/ unwinding braids/ cowlicks/ spaghetti joints more Amazing-Unbelievable- U-Will-Not-Believe than Barnum and Bailey's star acrobat -- and they were dandy lions and we were the best of friends. Proud that we knew when to pounce and when to be still as a baby toad in a flower pot that's had all the lumps it thinks it can take. Sun crowned every one of us gold. Frazzled and sweaty added shine. Glittering beads starred by tadpoles imagination had trying to get the hang of swimming high but lying low upon spying a line with a hook. Ruffs fluffed and growls rehearsed, we grew close to warm ourselves brave enough to climb high and plant our green and yellow flags. We were always going to try. We were never going to suffer the pangs of a coward backing down. Loyal to a fault, cat-naps wired even more volts. Even one dandelion spoils, a slick article says. Because it isn't neat? Won't stand in line? Could be because it's free. Love any weed to a flower. . .as you see.
There's a delightful feeling of innocence in this poem. It reminds me of hunting bees during school recess with my clog. I was just a kid. I'd never crush them now like I did back then. lol. Hugs,
Sheila
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Yeah, it's tough to make 'em stand in line when they don't wanna, hunh? (winks) This'un is sure deep. Good thing, cuz I love 'em like that. You got it gal! Thanks!
This seems like a lovely write that reflects on the past not with the pain of loss but with the love of living. Life is but fleeting but memories of those fields are forever and keep us forever...young.
Loving this piece as I can relate it to foster children formerely abused (weeds) who must be loved into a flower. It made me think of one in particular of a friend who is a foster mom. This is beautiful and a keeper. Peace, and blessings. <Mikii>
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on August 13, 2006
Hoo-boy . . . Dandy Lions . . . Gotta love it . . .
Even one dandelion
spoils, a slick article says.
Because it isn't neat?
Won't stand in line? Could be
because it's free.
Love any weed to a flower. . .as you see.
Since I happen to like dandy lions, I love your post, Phyllis. And maybe I do like them because they are wild and free. While most of my neighbors wage their hideous annual chemical warfare on them, I, too, sit in the grass, and marvel at them.
I'll take wild and free over neatly in line, every time.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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Sheila
Loved the poem, love the dandelion, and...
thanks,
gina
Regis
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Love Tinka
((((HUGS)))) and love, Karla.
Thousand o' hugs to ya!
Tami
Golden nectar.
Fee
spoils, a slick article says.
Because it isn't neat?
Won't stand in line? Could be
because it's free.
Love any weed to a flower. . .as you see.
Since I happen to like dandy lions, I love your post, Phyllis. And maybe I do like them because they are wild and free. While most of my neighbors wage their hideous annual chemical warfare on them, I, too, sit in the grass, and marvel at them.
I'll take wild and free over neatly in line, every time.