Remembering Dandelions
By Di_Hard
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framed between grey bars of road and footpath
weedkiller tamed Earth awaits the last laugh
when only the toughest have survived. See
when dread-weighed down, Hope in this thronging, free,
glorious blaze of bright dandelions'
yellow in Spring's smiling, wild defiance -
sunshine rising on each pale pillar stem
trusting life, thrives on all land we don't claim
on the way to check the supermarket
(once taken for granted but now unstocked)
till today a keen eyed man, fresh-air flushed
busily hoes them under. Sundered, crushed
"Just helping out!" meets an enquiring gaze
his broad shoulders braced for a load of praise
but mind-bare as this drying soil, bareft
of words, such generosity seems theft
yet like memory from a madeleine
an unseen seed wakes in sweet touch of rain
so when roads unravel, our travails passed
dandelion roots will hold this land fast
update : the person who dug up the dandelions planted a flowerbed there with a lovely selection of annuals, perennials, and a small tree, and it has been fun seeing the different things coming up, growing and flowering.
updated update : soon as lockdowbn eased someone has weedkilled all up the road, including the pot marigolds planted at the edges of this flowerbed
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But more pop up quickly
But more pop up quickly anyway! I remember my young son looking at a lawn covered, shining in the sunshine and asking why we couldn't have those in our garden! I'm not sure why we didn't at the time, I think we had only tiny lawns and maybe my husband had mown them too regularly. We get plenty now, desptie mowing, though I do dig them out from between slabs on the yard in case their roots shift things, but plenty to see on the lawn! Rhiannon
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The dandelions will have
The dandelions will have their revenge. They'll be back. That was something I learned when I had a garden. Human and dandelion - uneven contest.
A goose has just laid her eggs among the plants at the front of York station, it now being one of the quietest places there is. I only hope the article about it on a local news website doesn't attract people to gawp. Mind you, when it comes to humans and maternally fired-up geese, there's another uneven contest.
A lovely poem, Di.
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A lovely illustration in
A lovely illustration in words of this wild flower that has no intention of going away. I like how you mention only the toughest survive, well the dandelion will be here long after we've gone and will endure.
Some wonderful descriptions in this poem Di and a tribute to the dandelions wildness.
Jenny.
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I love the blaze of
I love the blaze of dandelions. I think this perfectly captures all the dandelions that seem suddenly liberated. There's a patch on my road that the council usually religiously decimate which is brimming with dandelions and daisies at the moment and looks lovely. Loved this. Rachel :)
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