Esther Robertson

Yellow Dandelion
Of all the flowers in this world
That I would claim for mine
And hold forever in my heart
The yellow dandelion.

Folks don’t like to see them
On their lawns of green.
Yet, they raise their pretty
Heads hoping to be seen.

Ode to the yellow dandelion
For when the flowers gone,
You can hold the stem in your hands
And blow the seeds beyond.

When I go to bed at night
And give my thanks to thee,
I thank Him for the yellow dandelion
He gave us all to see.

By Esther Robertson.