Bright yellow dandelion heads stand
On most gardens in the land
Stealthily maturing
Against weed killers enduring
Strong this carpets tenacious grip
So difficult to nip
Yet beauty called a weed
Hated as it casts the seed
Whipped away on yon wind
Endurance it does not rescind
Gordon D Wilkinson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-gardeners-folly/
