by Alissa Harrold

Dandelions are so lazy,
They drift in the air like crazy!
They are white and fuzzy,
Small and cozy.

You can believe in their magic or not,
But step on them you cannot.
They bring a fantastic deed whether you think or not.
At night you can see them trot the field of dots.

The orange little circle in the middle,
is where all the magic is bundled.
Their family is very brittle.
Each stem has a family that cuddles.

They soak in the sun all day.
Sometimes horses mistake them for hay,
But when they grow on the bay, the fishes think hey,
The children blow and wish on them each and everyday...

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by: Abby g.

you make ssuuuuuch good poems how do you come up with this stuff? you are my favorite writer.I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND I WILL NOT LET YOU GO EVEN FOR THE WORLD!:)

by: Aleena

you did a great job I love how you did a poem
about dandelions you are so original! :)

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