Will to Live
I think of all things that show a zest
For life, the dandelion beats the rest.
The little winged seeds from its white fluff ball
Settle and grow with no urging at all.
Settle in most unlikely places
And soon there's a crop of dandelion faces.
They are man's worst pest, but a child's playthings.
Sometimes I wish I had light down wings
Like a dandelion seed, and could settle at will
On a velvety lawn or a sun-spread hill,
And live with the eagerness and zest
Of the wanton little dandelion pest.
-MARY TRIPLETT
Happy Saturday! I came across this poem today and knew this was the poem for me.
I spent the last few days on my knee's pulling the beautiful yellow pests from my yard. Waking today, no one would imagine how much time I spent removing the pests, because more wonderful dandelion faces were smiling back at me.
Where ever your Saturday takes you, take a moment and smile back at our wonderful yellow faced friends.
I think of all things that show a zest
For life, the dandelion beats the rest.
The little winged seeds from its white fluff ball
Settle and grow with no urging at all.
Settle in most unlikely places
And soon there's a crop of dandelion faces.
They are man's worst pest, but a child's playthings.
Sometimes I wish I had light down wings
Like a dandelion seed, and could settle at will
On a velvety lawn or a sun-spread hill,
And live with the eagerness and zest
Of the wanton little dandelion pest.
-MARY TRIPLETT
Happy Saturday! I came across this poem today and knew this was the poem for me.
I spent the last few days on my knee's pulling the beautiful yellow pests from my yard. Waking today, no one would imagine how much time I spent removing the pests, because more wonderful dandelion faces were smiling back at me.
Where ever your Saturday takes you, take a moment and smile back at our wonderful yellow faced friends.
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