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JamesBowie Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 252big old Bangor Maine up by the shack |
Little Yellow Dandelion Cascades of brown grass spew forth from blades thrashing over and over throwing useless shards far across the remaining virgin lawn A tightly trimmed lawn is the heart of my desire over which I have complete and pleasing domain where I am god, molding the clay of the land to fulfill my needs But yet I spy a single yellow dandelion marring my meticulously manicured lawn as ugly as a boiling cyst forming unerringly on the tip of a wrinkled hags nose Lashing out I crush the hapless flower under my heel grinding the bich down, deep into the ground leaving a bare spot of corrupted soil to remind me of it's hideous imperfection That evening, I cut a piece of perfect green sod to cover the maddening scar that haunted me only to return in the morning to find two vile flowers growing in my lawn Enraged I grab a shovel and begin to dig tossing aside dirt and roots from the desecration placing the flowers in a black plastic bag and cooking them in the hot summer sun I buy new soil and sod, covering for my disgrace inspecting every square inch for imperfections and to be sure I stay out all through the night daring the insipid flower to return By morning my eyes lag as sleep overcomes me my breath rhythmically stirring the newly packed dirt until a slight tickle awakens me, and I am greeted by the touch of a flower Slowly I reach my clenched hand toward the thing and break of it's head, relishing in the sound of the soft snap in it's green neck, and I fall again to sleep, in the warm morning sun I awake much later, the sun having cracked and burned the side of my face, and then my eyes slowly adjust to the sight of a thousand little yellow flowers staring me in the face As the noontime sun rises to a crescendo the contemptuous flowers rise even higher until the yellow light reflected from their faces burns the sane part of my mind Snapping, I fetch a gas can, and drench the lawn then I laugh as I strike a match to begin the conflagration that spreads from my lawn to my house, burning everything away, until I am overcome by the heat When I awoke, the fire had faded my house a charred skeleton, my lawn a wasteland but as I pushed myself up and painfully looked around I saw just one untouched piece of grass Shielded by my own body it lived on a perfect little yellow dandelion Edited for content by Moderator [This message has been edited by JamesBowie (03-29-2002 10:55 PM).] |
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
Cute! Dandylions and crickets...harbingers of spring... |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
Hah! That'll teach it!  Nan |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (giggles in delight) Oh my gosh, I laughed reading this, this is so cute, I guess the morale behind this story is that Mother Nature will always come back with a vengeance! (giggles) This is delightful, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet James, thank you for sharinh!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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