The Dandelion’s
Lament
Here I stand
all alone see how I have grown
Though if I am
seen gardeners usually moan
I am just a
yellow dandelion that is my name
Gardeners like
to dig me up it is all their aim
But yet am I
not just a ray of lovely sunshine
With lovely
bright colours - looking ever fine
But alas - just
what is my forever eternal sin?
That I end up being
dug up and put in the bin
Look at me
here sat in the middle of the lawn
Our petals
close at night but back every morn
We were
consider OK back in the olden days
Used as
medicines - food - even in magic ways
But alas our
greed for water curse us forever
Now we are
slain for just being ever so clever
If we offend
you why not just stick us in a pot
Save you
digging us up within the garden plot
Then I can
shine just for you nature intended
Instead of
left in the rubbish bin all lamented
Indiana Shaw .
. . : (
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