A Legend Of A Dandelion Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

We had our biggest quarrel,
A stupid, childish fight;
Angrily we walked away,
Both knew it wasn't right.

I felt pretty dejected,
As low as one could feel,
Found a seat on a park bench,
To ponder 'Is love really real? '

An old man sat down beside me,
Smiled and stuck out his hand.
He said, 'Son, if you'd like to talk,
Then maybe I could understand.'

I told him about our quarrel,
Of my selfishness and pride.
I said, 'I love her so much.'
Then broke right down and cried.

He handed me a crinkled napkin,
Said, 'We all cry when in pain.'
I wiped my eyes, and thanked him,
Then he spoke up once again.

'Love, you know is amazing,
It's magical and unique.'
That line took me captive,
I strained to hear him speak.

Allow me to share a story,
Many will swear that it is true.
You might think it silly, but,
Let me share it now with you.

It's the legend of the Dandelion,
Which grows wildly in the ground.
He wishes for some tender hand,
To help spread his seed around.

He knows he will give his life,
As you pluck him, he will die;
But he's willing to sacrifice,
To free his seed into the sky.

So, if you gently release them,
He'll grant one wish to you.
If you believe with all your heart,
He will make your wish come true! '

I know he found skepticism,
When he gazed into my face.
'But, ' he said, 'It won't happen,
Unless this legend you embrace.

Wishing is about love and magic!
What's to lose my good friend?
Go now, wish on the Dandelion,
Free his seed into the wind.

Before you say it's all over,
Assuming death to romance,
Believe in magic and in love,
Give the Dandelion a chance!

Just go down to the meadow,
You'll find him growing there.
Pluck it up and then gently,
Blow its seed into the air.

I politely thanked the old man,
Then got up and walked away,
Over the brook to our spot,
Where we went our separate way.

So, here I am, Mr. Dandelion,
With my aching heart I say;
'I wish that you bring her back
And please let it be today? '

I reached and plucked it up,
To my lips brought it near.
I closed tight my teary eyes,
And wished above my fear.

I must have looked a sight,
Lying there on the ground,
I opened my eyes just to see,
The seeds flying all around.

'Now what's next? ' I thought,
As I stood up then to leave;
That's when I heard a voice,
Calling out sweetly to me...

'Hey, what ya doing, and
Who's that you're talkin' to? '
I turned and to my surprise,
My eyes then fixed on you.

I said, 'It may seem silly,
But I wished upon a weed,
Then to make it come true,
I had to blow away the seed.

And may I ask you, Love,
'What brings you out this way? '
She said, 'I had to tell you,
I was sorry that I ever ran away.

I want to say I love you,
And with you to always be,
To ask if there's a chance,
That you'll come back to me? '

We embraced and made up,
As we turned to walk away,
She said, 'Could you tell me,
What wish you made today? '

'I cannot tell, for I did vow,
To keep it within my heart,
But I can say that I love you,
And I want a brand-new start.

But give me a just a minute,
There's something I must do,
I knelt down and whispered,
'Mr. Dandelion, I owe it all to you.'

©Loyd C Taylor, Sr