Here is my weak attempt at a poem. Gentle constructive criticism is welcome. I haven't written a poem since probably Junior High.
I am inspired by the Dandelion Queen. How can I not be when she spreads her charm for me to see outside my window?
Ode to the Dandelion Queen
I was indignant as I did see
One neighbor disrespecting thee
What is he doing to those seeds of yours?
Why he is killing them of course!
Well I will do my best to contend
With the forces that defend
Their right to undo all
The work from spring through fall
That your subjects labor through
In order to serve and please you
I decide now as I make this rhyme
In the good old summer time
I will adore the little white puffs
That the children love to huff
If only for one reason
For this is the Queen of Dandelion’s season