Poet: Lowell
Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way,
Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold,
First pledge of blithesome May,
Thou teachest me to deem
More sacredly of every human heart,
Since each reflects in joy its scanty gleam
Of heaven, and could some wondrous secret show,
Did we but pay the love we owe,
And with a child's undoubting wisdom look
On all these living pages of God's book.
Sunshine Poems
Poet: W. B. Allen
A dandelion in a meadow grew,
Among the waving grass and cowslips yellow;
Dining on sunshine, breakfasting on dew,
He was a right contented little fellow.
Each morn his golden head he lifted straight,
To catch the first sweet breath of coming day;
Each evening closed his sleepy eyes, to wait
Until the long, cool night had passed away.
One afternoon, in sad, unquiet mood,
I paused beside this tiny, bright-faced flower,
And begged that he would tell me, if he could.
The secret of his joy through sun and shower.
It seemed, he looked up brightly as he said:
"I know the sun is somewhere, shining clear.
And when I can not see him overhead,
I try to be a little sun, right here!
Flower Poem
Poet: Walt Whitman
Simple and fresh and fair from winter's close emerging,
As if no artifice of fashion, business, politics, had ever been,
Forth from its sunny nook of sheltered grass—innocent, golden, calm as the dawn,
The spring's first dandelion shows its trustful face.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
To some, a dandelion is a weed
But this flower has many seeds
The seeds are scattered by the wind
Much to some people's chagrin.
But the dandelion is the first to appear
Sending the signal summer is near.
When everything is dark and dreary
The yellow flower seems so cheery.
The next dandelion you see
See this flower as pretty
Remember your childhood days
You pick them for your Mom in May!
Garden Verses
Poet: Helen Louisa Bostwick
Little Bud Dandelion
Hears from her nest:
"Merry-heart, Starry-eye,
Wake from your rest."
Wide open the tinted lids,
Robin's above!
Wise little Dandelion
Smiles at his love.
Golden-haired Dandelion
For her sweet face,
Anywhere, everywhere,
Findeth a place.
High on the rocky ridge,
Low by the run,
Bright little Dandelion
Winks at the sun.
Brave little Dandelion!
Falls the late snow,
Bending the daffodils
Haughty head low.
Under that fleecy tent,
Careless of cold,
Blithe little Dandelion
Counteth her gold.
Gay little Dandelion
Groweth more fair,
Till dries the morning dew
Out of her hair.
High rides the thirsty sun,
Fiercely and high;
Faint little Dandelion
Closeth her eye.
Dead little Dandelion,
In her white shroud,
Heareth the angel-Breeze
Call from the cloud.
Tiny plumes fluttering,
Make no delay;
Little winged Dandelion
Soareth away!
Flower Quotes
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Dandelion, weed we must get rid of
Break out the shovel and start to dig deep
Yet when I look around I can truly admit
Your bright yellow beauty is a sweet treat.
Blowing in the breeze under sunny skies
Illuminating me with its golden eyes
A speckled ray of hope and joy so high
Dandelion, come show springtime's delight.
Spring Poems
Poet: Kate Louise Wheeler
One day, in spring, I took a walk
And spied, within a field of green,
A slender dandelion stock,
Upon whose top a flower was seen.
Soon after, passing by the place,
I noticed that the flower of gold,
Whose stiffened stalk had lost its grace,
Was turning gray and growing old.
Today, upon the self same ground,
I see a stalk undecked and spare;
The flower that once was golden-crowned,
Has lost its gray—its head is bare.
How like a child is this gay flower,
With golden hair and graceful mien,
Which comes to brighten many an hour
And add a charm to dullest scene!
But soon the golden turns to gray
And middle life comes on apace;
The gray then hurries on its way,
And old age comes to take its place.
