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The Dandelion

written by: hedgehog


Hopes and dreams
Hopes and dreams
Dry pale and windswept
My place amongst the tree roots
Burying my roots through stony ground
Earth's tether holds me there
The sun has scorched my leaves
My yellow head droops down but
My time will come
To float up to cerulean skies
Swallows' song echo through the trees
They soar so free in a clear blue sky
Above the trees soft green blanket
Bees caress my yellow head as
My puff ball forms exploding
A cyan sky welcoming my seeds
Flying free to lodge in cracks and earth
As the dandelion's cycle starts again



I'm a retired Civil Servant, I worked for the Ministry of Defence retiring at the age of fifty. I am now seventy years of age and was encouraged by my good friend Annie Mulholland in February 2016 to write short stories and poetry as she thought I was well capable of writing both. I started writing in earnest in June of 2016. I have joined a writing group "Tenovus write with us".

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