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Dandelion Stories
A collection of short stories about the dandelion flower.
Dandelion Recipes
Recipes that use dandelion roots, leaves or flowers.
Dandelion Benefits
The health benefits of dandelion for different ailments.
The Dandelion's Advice - Adalena Frances Dyer
A dandelion small and shy
Was blooming in October,
On seeing her I asked her why
She looked so wan and sober.
She said, "I would not go to bed
At proper bedtime hour,
And now, dear child, I nod my head
A sleepy, lonesome flower.
"The aster and the goldenrod--
Thought they are near relationns--
Look down on me with scarce a nod
For one of my low station
The days are short, and I'm afraid
Of nights so long and chilly;
And now I wish I had obeyed
Instead of acting silly.
"Its better when we go to bed
Not to be cross and weepy.
Late hours, after all is said,
Just make folks dull and sleepy--"
She stood there nodding in the cold,
And looked so long and dreary,
That night I started good as gold
At mother's "Bedtime, dearie."
by Adalena Frances Dyer
Songs by the Wayside
What The Freckles Show - Adalena Frances Dyer
She's as sweet a little lass
As the clover in the grass,
And a group of saucy freckles mark her nose.
They are kisses of the sun,
And they stand out one by one
Like the stamens 'mid the petals of a rose.
Every freckle on her face
Forms an alphabet to trace
Memoranda of vacation's wholesome play.
In their dotted lines one reads
Tales of merry thoughts and deeds
That the school of life may never fade away.
Bare feet in the shallow brook,
Mud pies left for sun to cook,
Work on dandelion curls and daisy chains,
Romps with butterflies and bees,
Swings beneath the apple trees—
All are written in those amber sun-kissed
stains.
Tales of healthful open air,
Hat flung for the grass to wear,
Games of jolly “tag” or “Crusoe” on the lawn,
Hunts for birds in hidden nests,
Warm and weary berry quests
That have kept the small feet busy since the
dawn.
All these do the freckles show
In each dusky, zigzag row,
And they give the little lass an added grace.
They're the rank marks of the sun
In the school of health and fun.
Who'd erase them from the merry, dimpled face?
by Adalena Frances Dyer
Songs by the Wayside