Sticking up for the Weeds in Life.

This poem was written for my Grandfather by a friend of his named Mary Brown.
I have never met Mary, she may live in Georgetown or Lexington, Kentucky.
I'm not quite sure, actually, if she is still living or not.
However, wherever she is, I truly wish she knew how very much her poem means to my family
and how it reminds us of my Grandfather's kind philosophy of life every time we see a cheerful little Dandelion.

Thanks also to my sister, Carrick, for e-mailing me a copy today.

For Gordon, who sticks up for the weeds in life.
The Dandelion Poem
Written by : Mary Brown

Some have mentioned them a weed
An eyesore that has given seed
and though opinions have their sense
I feel the dandelion deserves defense.

Though fragrance may not be their power
They still may qualify a flower
Their strength and will is without compare
And they do not need such loving care.

Now fields have made a flower bed
for such a dainty yellow head
Their Constitution is not overridden
When all else is dead they'll keep on livin'

Their fluffy white heads are masters at flight
They've flown more times than those brothers, Wright
And if those white messengers tickles your nose
You're sure to be blessed by your friends and foes.

So with this considered, don't be a stick in the mud
And give some respect to each white and yellow bud
'Cause after we're gone and buried, six feet under
Not daisies, but dandelions will guard where we slumber.