A little folk ditty.
How we thought we were the lucky ones,
We gave each other a dandelion chain
Made out of that star's stem and mane.
We swam together in that yellow sea,
Kissing and laughing in a lovers' glee,
But the dandelion is a fickle flower
For it changes its shape by the hour.
The yellow petals become a white ball,
Full of star--seeds eager for windfall,
And as they are blown to pastures new,
So my summer love I must leave you.
Poetry by Christopher Fernie
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Written on 2021-04-16 at 21:56
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Song of the dandelion
We strolled in the field of a thousand suns,How we thought we were the lucky ones,
We gave each other a dandelion chain
Made out of that star's stem and mane.
We swam together in that yellow sea,
Kissing and laughing in a lovers' glee,
But the dandelion is a fickle flower
For it changes its shape by the hour.
The yellow petals become a white ball,
Full of star--seeds eager for windfall,
And as they are blown to pastures new,
So my summer love I must leave you.
Poetry by Christopher Fernie
Read 240 times
Written on 2021-04-16 at 21:56
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