Dandelions
The bright yellow blooms
Are in all ways tenacious
Thriving on the effort
To eradicate existence.
As if a worthy flower
The rife seed pods
Propagate the growth
Across the wayward lawn.
Not being ambitious
Enough to employ
The expensive turf experts,
I attempt weeding alone.
The area once cleared
Of sunny blossoms
Is again recovered
By sturdy round heads.
Sometimes I think
What good purpose
Serves this constant battle?
The flowers are pretty, anyway.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
June 1, 1994 
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