Ode to the Dandelion

     Recently I have been in some sort of weird spring cleaning mode. I moved my bookcase and found a number of books with random papers in them. One of them contained a poem I had thought I threw away a long time ago! Oddly enough, I had been thinking about said poem. It reads a little like a children's book, but here it is. Enjoy! 😁

The Ode to the Dandelion

One little lone dandelion,

standing in the grass.

One little lone dandelion,

holding strong and fast.

One little bald dandelion,

the last one in his spot.

One little bald dandelion,

no more fuzz upon his top.

One little brave dandelion,

who wasn't mowed away.

One little brave dandelion,

 for now my friend, you'll stay.

     ***In other news, the editing baton has once again been passed. We get closer every day, friends. I don't know whether to be excited or scared, but here we go!

Love always,

J💙