The Dandelions
- Helen Gray Cone
Upon a showery night and still,
Without a sound of warning,
A trooper band surprised the hill,
And held it in the morning.
We were not waked by bugle-notes,
No cheer our dreams invaded,
And yet, at dawn, their yellow coats
On the green slopes paraded.
We careless folk the deed forgot;
Till one day, idly walking,
We marked upon the self-same spot
A crowd of veterans talking.
They shook their trembling heads and gray
With pride and noiseless laughter;
When, well-a-day! they blew away,
And ne'er were heard of after!
Posted: 2024 May 11
Isabel, that is one amazing picture! The texture is so compelling.
Tom – Thanks! With our new-ish ban on weed-icides, we have many opportunities to observe the noble dandelion in all its phases.
Curiouser and curiouser: where can one go now that doesn’t have internet access….
Lovely macro shot.
Barbara – Many thanks. And, as you see, they have internet here, and I can even avail myself of it. Just wasn’t sure . . .