The Lonely Dandelion

He stands there in the middle of the lawn
A splash of colour in a sea of green
An introduction to the breaking dawn
The brightest sight from all round to be seen.
A yellow circle like the very sun
A friendly warmth emitting from his glow
A stalwart flower yet a lonely one
In one-off isolation does he grow.
One of many he would rather be
With fellow yellow buddies all around
Though all the rest are now but history
Hacked with incompassion to the ground.
He'll follow them ere long with all due speed.
To those who rule the roost he's just a weed.

by Terry Donovan

Comments (1)

You're pretty lucky if you only have 1 dandelion! Our yards got plenty! I kinda like them though....rubbing the yellow on the kids to see if they like butter, blowing them away in the fall to make a wish...lots of good uses for dandelions! Very nice poem. Sincerely, Mary