Dandelion

A poem for Spring

By J. Camden Wedge

If I were a small ant

I would sit in the dome

Of a dandelion

Sending her seeds away

On a warm sunny day.

Then you'd come out to play

Among the wildflowers

Above me like towers

In the field I call home.

And I would watch you roam

Oh joy! Closer you'd run

Until finally you'd come

To my dandelion.

You'd raise me toward the sun

And I'd hang on real tight;

You'd blow with all your might

And I'd scream with delight,

And maybe a little fright,

And I'd sail out of sight.

And we'd both owe our fun

To that humble dandelion.