I’m a stranger to this land,
what are these graceful flowers
with plush yellow pods
waving lightly
in the early afternoon?
Such a lovely garden you have!
But why are you cutting them down?
.
They’re dandelions!
you say with disgust.
.
Puzzling,
I bid you farewell
and trip on the trash
in the street.
.
(c) 1991, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
Seasonings 
Good poem – Good point. This reminds me – we had a farm once that had previously been a gladioli farm but I was running cattle on it so I had to slash (mow) acres and acres of beautiful gladioli flowers of all different colours as they kept coming up from the bulbs(I have a photo of it, there might even be a poem in it). One man’s weeds…..
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Oh so sad – sacrificial gladiolas. I guess this must happen sometimes….? Makes me wonder what became of my mom’s prize Iris bed when they sold the house in 1990. Alas!
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This is lovely!!
It has brought to mind my “Beautiful Weed” poem!
I think dandelions are amazing flowers, surprising us with those beautiful clocks after flowering is all done!
Christine xx
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why is he cutting it down?:(
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It has always surprised me how much people hate dandelions – the flower is so striking. I think they would be appreciated if they were rarer, perhaps. I really liked your poem; it sums up my puzzlement exactly! And your description of the dandelions is lovely.
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Thanks for the comments, and I agree with you all about the amazing dandelion. I’ve heard they’re 100% edible – from the leaves, and flowers, to the roots! They’re so colorful – but I guess being hardy makes them a “weed”? Hmm……..
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Clever…
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There are many, Many, MANY poems I become enamored with, but there are far fewer words of poetry that feel so much a part of me, as “Beauty And The Beholder.” I am so grateful to be able to connect with such energy in a orchestrated symphony of words and even more grateful to connect with the maestro!
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Thank you so much!! 🙂
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