Stoically you stand your ground
Against all odds you reign!
Although they never look at you
With anything but disdain!
Splashes of yellow upon bright green
You cling to Mother earth!
They seek to purge you from their lives
But they don’t know your worth!
Nature never makes mistakes,
Everything fits somewhere!
But they don’t think that you belong
And that simply isn’t fair!
Modest little yellow blooms
You’re welcome here with me.
Not only do you colour my world
But you make delicious tea!
© Annabel Sheila
Love to you and yours
from
Kay
Amor
Sheila
asa
Regis
:Janna
But they don’t know your worth!
Indeed, most do not, especially in these horrific times when so many now panic when they see just one on their lawns and they rush off to grab the toxic herbicides to kill them.
I wrote a poem a few years back called 'Dandelion Dawn.' I always welcome them on my lawn too, and I have had Dandelion Tea.
A handful clutched in a sweaty little hand is a thing of great beauty, not to be ignored or laid aside, lest they wilt and lose their charm.
Connie
Blessings,
Christine
Ron
A handful of dandelions brought in by the kids and the grandkids
always with a smile. A cup of tea sounds great. A wine can also
be made from dandelions.
Nice touch, Dick
Mark