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
What a bee-lightful play on words…all to match delightful pictures.
Tom
Tom – LOL – I’m not usually one for puns, but I admit this one sort of tickled me.
Displayed against satiny petals in such detail, the bee looks as pet-able as any furry creature. I’m not sure this one makes honey for humans to rob but it provides delight just by bee-ing.
Laurna – Yes, I’ve about given up trying to distinguish one from another. When I see one with legs covered in pollen I wonder about honey, but I don’t really know which ones make edible honey.