Dandelions: dreams, prayers
Each seed holding hardy hope
Wind blows it beyond our dares
To where we thrive, more than cope
The poem started off as another unpronounceable Irish form — but the form had way too many rules, so I made up my own rules: a quatrain, every line 7 syllables, abab rhyme scheme. I suppose I should make up a name for it?
“Every seed is a bit of Optimism” — this sign was one I painted to go on our barn. When I took it out to the barn, though, it was hard to read from the road, so I painted over it and painted this one instead:
I’ve watched people turn around and come back to photograph the sign on the barn. Some even hop out of their cars and pose in front of it.
We all need reminders of hope, right?
Thank you to Sadje who came up with the prompt of “HOPE” for W3 this week.


