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
So much to ponder and to be grateful for! Thank you for leading me along each of these paths and for the community of responders who add further insight to the times in life that can be transformed from boredom, weariness, confusion, and frustration into wonder and productive interaction. Well done!
Laurna – Indeed, community is one of the best gifts.
Two reactions to your blog posts:
1. I like to get at them immediately. There’s always something, in either the text or the photos, to stimulatory imagination and/or give me something new to think about.
2. I like to wait and read them several days later, when the other responses have come in. Sometimes I want to add my own response; just as often, I’m delighted at the range and insight of the responses already there.
When I leap to the keyboard at step 1, I often fail to go back later in the week to see what others have said. When I eventually slither up to the keyboard in step 2, I often don’t have anything further to add.
Jim T
Jim T – 🙂 Neither a jumper nor a slitherer be, eh? I think Polonius said that. I’m often surprised (sometimes amazed) at where the comments go. And usually pleased (sometimes delighted).
And I always enjoy your comments! 😀
Barbara – 🙂