The Dandelion Clock Poem by Royston Nella
The Dandelion Clock
I picked the dandelion stem and then I blew
watching each of the seedlings as they flew.
1-o'clock,2-o'clock, counting each hour,
hoping each seed would become a new flower.
7-o'clock,8-o'clock, they wafted into the sky
11-o'clock,12-o'clock, as the hours flew by.
15-o'clock,16-o'clock, I was having such fun
watching each seedling fly up to the sun
Sunday, August 27, 2023
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Remembering my grandson having so much fun with a dandelion that had gone to seed. I was chuckling because he was running out of puff and had called out 26-o'clock as he blew away the last seedling
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