My friend’s dog loves dandelions.
She loves to eat these bright yellow stars.
To her they must taste good.
Hard to imagine, although it’s said they’re edible.
Apart from the occasional dandelion salad or tea,
humans usually regard them with disdain—a stain
upon our impeccable yards
as we rush around with our clippers and mowers
or attempt to pull them up by their roots from which
they usually pull back.
It’s at the roots you’ve got to get them.
A good dose of Weed-B-Gone usually does it
as they shrivel up, turn brown and breathe their
last little breath. Sigh . . .
Yet, dandelions are durable little fellows for all our extermination
attempts against their short-lived lives—
bright, small stars, faces to the sky, just happy to be alive.
© 1997 Shoshana Wolfington
Dear Miracle 
February 11, 2015 at 1:52 pm
Very nice! One person’s (dog’s) weed is another person’s (dog’s) wild flower. I have loved wild flowers since the day my father presented me with a field guide to recognizing them.
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February 11, 2015 at 2:20 pm
Yvette, I have taken up an interest in them the last several years. They are supposed to have excellent health properties. And like you, I have a great love for wild flowers or any flowers for that matter…just look at my blog design! Ha! I do a lot of photography around them.
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