ODE TO THE DANDELION|
Oh, selfish yellow springtime child
that augments so prolifically,
You spread your seeds in arrogance
And dare the earth to disagree.
You raise your tendriled yellow head
And wantonly vociferate:
I'll conquer all without regard,
The land is mine to propagate.
You paint the fields so lavishly
They shimmer with your color gold.
You nod and smile within the wind
And think you noble to behold.
But there are those who have no care
For all the swagger you assume,
You're much more tender to digest
Before you burgeon into bloom.
So vain, conceited dandelion,
Beware the culinarians
They'll roughly pull you from the ground
To feed the vegetarians.
Alexandra Moss Zannis
Fort Wayne, Indiana
ALEXANDRA MOSS ZANNIS, 81, is a retired professional singer. Her hobbies are writing poetry and oil painting. Her ode to the dandelion, which so many people consider a pesky, proliferate and persistent weed, illustrates why this book is entitled Golden Words. Alexandra's birth sign is Scorpio.