Among The Weeds

I was reminded of my boyhood days, walking the pastures of the family Iowa farm on a warm summer day.

Beautiful verse.

Hello Audrey - this brought the mind open fields and lots of space to embrace. I agree with Will - beautiful verse.

Love this Audrey, simple yet thought provoking it reminds me of our wild garden here of dandelions and you captured the imagery so well!

Great job, Vu, Beautiful, Awesome!

Absolutely wonderful Audrey...

This one makes me want to travel there...

a rushing upon breath, yes indeed. Beautiful imagery and lessons which wake in simple things.

Just wonderful, Audrey. Your stroll is vivid, all the senses of walking in the country so immediate and real!

Another feel for dandelion seeds exists for me, though. I try to pick & dispose of the blossoms before they produce those wispy, wind-borne seeds which are their primary purpose & scatter over my yard & those of my neighbors to turn lawns to weeds. I avoid using chemicals to control weeds.

But - oh yes - out in the country, dandelion flowers seeds are mystical, meaningful examples of steady, quiet determination to replenish & survive! In my harsh ranch country, there's no such thing as objectionable weeds, unless dangerous to living things, a rarity, indeed!

Whatever has the drive and ability to grow is welcomed. Almost every plant has synergy with some living thing for survival there. And the spicy perfume of many of them is a part of my love and affinity for the place! But long ago my Dad had to have a thriving agave species called lechuguilla literally dug up & destroyed all over the ranch. It wasn't that it was chemically poison; its leaves were so indigestible & fibrous that they literaly balled up in animals' entrails to kill them. Such trade-offs. . .

This lovely poetry is a gentle reminder that everything has value and beauty in some way & setting. I loved strolling with you "among the weeds". Thank you!

Beautiful poem ~ :)

Very beautiful poem, your words are eloquent.

Simple pleasant prose, Audrey, that evokes sweet memories. Thank you, m'dear.

A wonderful carefree poem, even weeds have beauty. I always imagined those dandilion seedlings were fairies set free

An inspiring walk in nature. Weeds do have such beauty.

Reminded me of picking the petals one at a time before we blew the dandelion. "She loves me, she loves me not."

This was very beautiful!

This is so beautiful! Brings back childhood memories for me (just like wayne described) and as for weeds - ( love them all) - thank you dearest Audrey!

Reminds me of my summer days as I sit here with snow on the ground. :)

Thank you for this. Not everyone thinks the dandelion is a weed. With this in mind your poem takes on a even deeper, wonderful meaning.

Beautiful words with hopes of tomorrow and more walks among the weeds. Great poem. Voted up.

Beautiful, thoughtful poem, as mentioned above it brings back lots of happy summer memories of sunshine, fields and laughter.

A great poem and here's to so many more for us both to share on here.

Eddy.

Very beautiful!!

I loved this poem, it reminded of how the dandelions would take over our front lawn at our old house. A battle that I miss some days. Jamie

A very beautifully written poem, i enjoyed reading it !

This piece tickles my eyes, rustles in my ears, brushes my nose, and makes me smile, Audrey, on a sensory walk in the meadow. All of nature, human included, is a miracle of chance, strength and resilence.

Audrey, thank you taking us along on your lovely stroll. This really does bring back memories. How sweet. Really enjoyable read.

Voted up +++ and sharing

Blessings, Faith Reaper

I love traveling and you said it beautifully

Voted up and beautiful. I just want to sing country roads take me home.... Passing this on.

Beautifully done, wonderful imagery, I could almost see the dandelion drifting on the breeze, but there's also a feeling of forlorn. I loved it.

spectacular poem, very descriptive and portrayed a very real image for me. i remember as a girl I used to always blow those little flowers/weeds and make a wish.

"i feel their loneliness

and their strength

perhaps we are borne of the same taproot

singled out for resiliency"

If so, I'm pretty resilient, its a word I've come to know and love.

Dandelions - the epitome of 'survival of the fittest'...lol..

Lovely in it's simplicity Audrey - it allows the reader a moment of peace and tranquility...

voting up and sharing on..

Beautiful...a true ode to resilience. Sharing Audrey.

Lovely,

I love walking in the wild.

Hi Audrey,

Lovely. It was always fun to blow the tiny seedlings and watch them fly through the air.

Voted up and beautiful

Thanks for the lovely stroll with you. There is beauty in the lowly weed if we can just see it.

Beautiful sentiment. Voted UP.

This reminded me of my walks in the fields and the woods when I was a little girl…filled with beauty and metaphor. Dandelions are thought to be weeds by some, but magical flowers by others… including me. They are “the stars, the moon and the sun,” and send their magical seeds aloft for many miles.

“their journey

one of chance

a rushing upon breath…”

I loved this poem, Audrey. There is much depth of meaning here. :-)

Such a wonderful poem, simply redolent with memories.

Spring Break starts tomorrow and I can finally get all the house cleaning and various projects that I have been putting off for two months finished. :) Hope all is well with you.

Really really beautiful poem Audrey.

Oh wow I could feel the grass on my ankles I could feel the breeze.. I love these lines..

for i know that i shall return here

to walk again tomorrow.

many blessings Audrey.. I have missed you

Debbie

I fel like dream while reading this, awesome poem.

Still quite wonderful on a second reading, :)

Sorry I missed this one. It is beautiful, that aloneness in nature, the "tiny seedlings" with "their lonlieness and their strength..." Wonderful images!

So much beauty in your words Audrey....

Loved this and voted up.

What a great journey this is.

Beautiful Audrey! You wrote this in a way I can envision myself walking through my gardens.