When we were kids, we loved to blow the dandelions... here is something, I wrote a long time ago...


The Sea of Dandelions (For you, Countryfog and your lovely grandson)


Near and afar, wherever my eyes take me,
All I can see is the misty sea of dandelions;
Dancing merrily to a silent waltz,
Spread picturesquely in millions and millions.

Floating mirthfully with the rustle of the breeze;
Exchanging soft kisses and giggling like little school girls.
All I can see is the misty sea of dandelions,
As I run through the meadow with my skirt unfurl.

And as I kneel and pick a dandelion head,
Caress its softness and in prayer close my eyes.
As I make a silent wish and blow,
I can open my eyelids and see my prayers rise.



Poetry by Amy Valentina
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Written on 2012-10-17 at 06:27

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shells
Delightful, I remember my own and my childrens innocence, hoping I have some grandchildren to relive a simple pleasure.

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2012-10-18


countryfog
Awww . . . thanks so much Amy. The simple and innocent joys are the most enduring, your poem and my grandson. At two years old the adult distinctions between weeds and flowers are meaningless to him . . . he finds them all "pretty." I hope he always will.
2012-10-17