Dad Loves Dandelions
When a man walks tall and proud,
laughs right out loud,
wears wisdom like the skin
he was born in,
you tend to pay some heed,
to what that man might say and do.
This man dedicates his life,
to his children and his wife,
and cannot tell a lie,
but can cry,
and sees a little yellow weed,
has beauty too.
He loves the land,
and in his callused hand,
hammer-hard,
a flower from the yard,
safely lies.
That’s how he lives,
and loves what nature gives,
inspiring me,
to always see,
with my dad’s gentle eyes.
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Constance Lessard-Briggs
Inspired by, and dedicated to Kenneth James Reed,
The finest man I know
© copyright Constance M. Lessard
