I never knew that there were
So many poems upon
The subject of the dandelion.
But, when I looked…
A plethora of words
Upon the golden-leaved plant
That stems from the ground.
It made me happy to find
That there has been a tiny yellow flower
Inspiring the poets of mankind.
Roses, I read , read somewhere,
Are like my love;
Violets are there for when you are blue.
“These are but flowers!”
Are my words to you.
Every Dahlia, when I wake up
I wander in the garden of the world
Unaware of the Daisies to come.
My Tulips taste of the air;
My Irises see the colours;
My Nasturtium smells the fragrances.
Whilst I may not know the make or model of the things that grow;
I can still savour the flowers that ‘you’ know;
And where there’s contempt from a gardener with needs ;
‘I’ can embrace the wild beauty of weeds.
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