DANDELIONS, A SONNET
Created | Updated Jul 11, 2023
DANDELIONS, A SONNET
Dandelions bloom upon my lawn.
Smiling yellow faces bob and sway
In the breeze, and when their time is gone,
Issue little seeds that blow away,
Borne aloft each by a parachute.
Who knows where or when they will come down?
I've a neighbor who says "They pollute
My beloved lawn." He gives a frown,
Reaches for his garden tools and starts,
Every dandelion to exhume,
Chopping it in little tiny parts,
Always in a mood to rant and fume.
Every Fall he thinks they have been routed.
Every Spring he finds that more have sprouted.
