It is fall now, not spring.
But, dandelions have one last fling.
I offer two dandelion poems (accompanied by an apology to Jane Sturgeon to whom I have already quoted them).
The first poem is one, which I memorized in elementary school, and still comes to mind every time that I see a dandelion. It is written by Sir Edward Arthur Drummond Bliss.
The second poem was written by my daughter, Anne Catherine Hofer, in 1999, when she was 16. It complements the former poem and may well be my daughter’s response to my frequent quoting of the Bliss poem.
My hope is that the pair make you smile.
The dandelion is brave and gay And loves to sit beside the way; A braver thing was never seen, To praise the grass for growing green; You never saw a gayer thing, To sit and smile and praise the spring. The children with their simple hearts, The lazy men that come in carts, The little dogs that lollop by, They all have seen its shining eye, Any every one of them would say They never saw a thing so gay.
Hey you, yes you, come over here!
Come let me whisper in your ear.
I won’t sting you I promise, please?
(unless of course I’m filled with bees)
But really, look I’m only fluffy
There is no reason to be stuffy
Don’t you just feel the urge…
The desire… the NEED…to ..
I don’t care a bit
I do declare, go ahead!
But that is not enough you know
Why don’t you go ahead and blow?
I am so frail, oh can’t you see?
A puff of wind would total me.
It will take place eventually,
So go ahead and hear my plea
Send me scattering through the air,
And please perform it with some – OH!
Why ….thank you.
You won’t regret it….
… I’ll bring……
…..a lot of friends!