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In the front yard, a dandelion
pride has persisted for years.
Every year they return to this
patch of Serengeti
face east and
open their faces to the
morning sun.
They cheer me
in ways I can’t quite explain.
I have a memory of seeing two
children play in a field of
these flowers.
Is that the warm feeling?
I tried to remove them once.
They returned
giving me another chance to
see their beauty.
© by David M. Tookey.
Used here with the author's permission.
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David M. Tookey lives in Seattle, Washington. A bicycle is his main mode of transport around town; David says he finds he can tinker with poems in his head as he rides. He also enjoys creating and sharing organic baked goods, taking long walks with family, reading, and creating quiet space in a big city.
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Anastasia:
The landscape company our HOA contracts with is relentless about rooting up the dandelions, but they keep appearing! I would feel lucky to have such persistence and strength!
Posted 10/17/2020 05:44 PM
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Q_:
I feel the exact same way about dandelions - their sight never fail to cheer me up, and your poem reminds me of them. Absolutely beautiful!
Posted 09/05/2020 11:00 AM
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Wilda Morris:
Wonderful! I also love dandelions and love the way you have written about the "pride" of dandelions in your own little Serengeti!
Posted 08/30/2020 09:55 AM
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Lori Levy:
Love this appreciation for the dandelion.
Posted 08/28/2020 02:54 PM
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Arlene Gay Levine:
David, your poem "cheers me in ways I can't quite explain." And, of course, isn't life all about "another chance to
see" Beauty!
Posted 08/28/2020 10:24 AM
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michael escoubas:
I'm for anything we can do to stick up for the much maligned dandelion, David. Enjoyable poem. Poets look for and hopefully find "the beautiful" in life.
Posted 08/28/2020 08:50 AM
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paradea:
Neat!!!
Posted 08/28/2020 08:48 AM
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jeeger:
Brilliant!
Posted 08/28/2020 08:29 AM
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