The Dandelion

By Richard L. Provencher

Mon, 13 Feb 2012

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Its brightness shining
from blade of grass
to limb and stars, then
back again. The
lowly dandelion, a
refuse in the wildness
as scent abounds,
shunned by mortals
glorified by the
sun, breathed upon
by God.

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Poem

POETRY - A Passage of Motion 2

Spiritual

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One son, when young looked

Permalink Submitted by Rhiannonw on Mon, 2012-02-13 14:42

One son, when young looked at a lawn covered in dandelions and asked why we couldnt have them in our garden. I suppose it's the leaves and the seeds that we don't like, but they are cheering and lovely! Rhiannon

Thank you, Rhiannonw.

Permalink Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on Mon, 2012-02-13 20:05

Thank you, Rhiannonw. Indeed, this flower is so pretty. I have a lovely picture of my wife in a dandelion field of at least a million dandelions, on Manitoulin Island, Ontario. All the best, Richard LP

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Hi Richard, I loved this

Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on Mon, 2012-02-13 15:22

Hi Richard, I loved this poem, and personally think the dandelion is a beautiful flower, not only can it be used as a dye, but also its leaves to eat. The plants that people call weeds, are so naturally useful, if only people would stop to think. Thankyou for thinking of the poor dandelion, in this perfect dandy poem. Jenny.

Gracias, Jenny, for your

Permalink Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on Mon, 2012-02-13 20:13

Gracias, Jenny, for your kind words and helpful info. I really enjoy elevating the natural elements around us, through words and thoughts. Many years ago, a friend made my wife and I dandelion wine. It was the most delicious I ever tasted. Oowieee. Richard LP ps. my wife didn't like it, so I had her share too.