Dandelions

by Alissa Harrold
(McCamey,Texas)

Dandelions are so lazy.
They drift in the air like crazy.
They are white and fuzzy
small and cozy...

You can believe in their magic or not.
But step on them you cannot.
They bring a fantastic deed whether you think or not.
At night you see them trot the fields of dots.

The orange little circle in the middle,
is where all the magic is bundled.
Their family is very brittle.
Each stem has a family that cuddles.

They soak in the sun all day.
Sometimes horses mistake them for hay.
But when they grow on the bay the fishes think, "Hey!"
The children blow and wish on them each and every day.