Here's a poem I wrote
Nearby the lilac kingdom watched over
As choppers cut into all green clover
They sliced through all grass blades, even those bent,
No more lovely white puffs of wonderment
Such was the dandelion massacre
Soft sweetness wafted through snipping-filled air
Yellow tops no longer evoked sun's glare
Stubborn stalks clung in circles to tree trunks
No more easy field of flowers, just chunks
Such was the dandelion massacre
Practicality, uniformity
were valued along with conformity
Stiff lines preferred over joyful scatters
No more blooms, everything just in tatters
Such was the dandelion massacre
(Prompt by me)
"dandelion" by Stewart Bladen
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