The Dandelion Gardener
I'm a practical sort of gardener
I
prefer to be at oneness
With Mother Nature in her breath-taking
Majestic
mighty solemness
She casts her seedy self across the Earth
Her children in the fertile ground she sows
And in the spring with birdsong for an
overture
Up
from my lawn the dandelion grows.
My neighbour goes to work each spring
With
spade, weed popper and a hoe
And gives to me the evil eye when he
Sees how my dandelions grow;
Bright yellow faces scattered 'cross my
lawn
In
gay profusion everywhere.
And my poor neighbour can't believe
God meant they should be there.
© 2014
by Tom King
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