Comment from ennahanid

Excellent

This is a great piece - I love dandelions and can't figure out who had the gall to call them weeds. Grandma used to make dandelion wine. Sawyer sure is a good-looking little guy and an ideal model for your words - Dinah

 Comment Written 22-Mar-2014

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reply by the author on 23-Mar-2014

Dinah, thank you so much :-) Brooke

Comment from tfawcus

Excellent

I'm not sure that many gardeners would agree with you here! I remember the joy as a child of blowing on the seed heads and watching all of the little parachutes wafted away on the wind! you are right though, they do make a cheerful golden carpet on roadside verges and in meadows.

 Comment Written 22-Mar-2014

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reply by the author on 22-Mar-2014

tfawcus, thank you so much :-) Brooke

Comment from SDTracyHarper

Excellent

I believe we have a take a moment and smell the roses here. Along with a dash of life starting a new with a loving hand. Very nice work. I do hope the kid doesn't have hey fever. SD

 Comment Written 22-Mar-2014

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reply by the author on 23-Mar-2014

SD, thank you so much :-) Brooke

Comment from RYME4U

Excellent

Wow, Your poem says it all. I can't wait to see a dandelion sprout on my lawn. Your words are smooth as silk. The poem is a delight.(and of course, the picture is , too)

 Comment Written 22-Mar-2014

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reply by the author on 22-Mar-2014

RYME4U, thank you so much :-) Brooke

Comment from paulah60

Excellent

How wonderful that every single picture of Sawyer inspires a poem! Perhaps it's because little children (who have yet to become enculturated) ARE poetry in human form!
And it's such a wonder observing THEIR wonder at the simplest things in life. It's also a reminder for us about what's really important.
Another fine offering, Brooke.
Cheers
Paula

 Comment Written 22-Mar-2014

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reply by the author on 22-Mar-2014

Paula, thank you so much :-) Brooke

Comment from Dave Russell

Excellent

A true rite of passage I would say. I am sure that he will be bringing mom (and maybe Grandma} beautiful bouquets of the yellow variety as well. Thank you for sharing this

 Comment Written 22-Mar-2014

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reply by the author on 24-Mar-2014

Dave, thank you so much :-) Brooke

Comment from Sandra Stoner-Mitchell

Excellent

Aw, that is so lovely, will he have blown the seeds to see what time it is? We used to do that when we were children, never got it right though, lol. We called them Grandfather Time, when the yellow petals had turned to seed. Such lovely days. Yes, I would have liked that as my career, bliss! xsx Sandra

 Comment Written 22-Mar-2014

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reply by the author on 23-Mar-2014

sandra, thank you so much :-) Brooke

Comment from Domino 2

Excellent

OK, I'm ancient, Brooke, but I remember so clearly blowing those dandelion seeds when I was a kid, so thanks for the lovely memories.

Like it all, but especially the sweet last line closure.

Cheers, Ted

 Comment Written 22-Mar-2014

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reply by the author on 24-Mar-2014

Thanks so much, my friend :-) Brooke

Comment from manicblue

Excellent

Ahhh, Spring! Is it for real - is it really here? :) As always your take on life is enjoyable, especially the ones that feature Sawyer. Happy Spring!
Lucretia xx

 Comment Written 22-Mar-2014

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reply by the author on 22-Mar-2014

Lucretia, thank you so much :-) Well, it's here, but we have snow predicted for Tuesday. LOL Brooke

Comment from Dorothy Farrell

Excellent

Lovely title carried forward to your first line - good alliteration! Two good stanzas in abcb rhyme scheme. Spreading Springtime - more good alliteration and that is exactly what Sawyer is doing with his dandelion clock, spreading the seeds. Regards Dorothy

 Comment Written 22-Mar-2014

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reply by the author on 22-Mar-2014

Dorothy, thank you so very much :-) Brooke