This poem was sent to us by Iona P., a college freshman stationed in Virginia. Do you have a story to share with your fellow military teens? Visit our writing page to find out how you can submit to Bloom!
Dandelions
The little yellow flower, resembling the sun
They grow plentiful, and are fun
In the playgrounds, where the children play
And in your plants, where they brighten up your day
They turn to a flimsy a white cloud
And disperse from the children at play
And in the parks, you’ll hear the wind’s cheerful glee
As it too, blows the dandelion away
But the dandelion puts its roots down where it will land
And adapts to wherever and whoever blows them
They are small, yet indestructible
And they’re impossible to impair
For they do not despair
They live a life full of wonder
With unexpected winds at any corner
And people ponder,
How they live the way they do
But that’s a secret, they’ll never uncover
For you would have to live the way they do
The life of a dandelion is given to the offspring of a solider
And the offspring bloom
For I am a dandelion, who blows in the wind
Ready for each adventure, at every wild blow
Adapting wherever I go
So watch out and be aware
A dandelion is indestructible