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