In the early morning
there is nothing like driving east
on Sherman Way in the San Fernando Valley.
Not too many drivers
on the road
the view of the Verdugo mountains
are straight ahead.
The Verdugo shine with a blue gray hue
recalling my youthful wild days.
The street is lined
with dark green pepper trees
blocks of brilliant yellow mustard greens
freely enhanced with
miles of tall brown, yellow wheat weeds
What is left of a wild valley?
It is a cool windy day
goes around and round.
Made up of different colored leaves
memories that stir within me.
Coolness on clothes
distance of windy gray sky
maybe rain will fall
onto the concert of
the Los Angeles River
the Verdugo Mountains.
Prehistoric blue gray mountain range
wild dew memories
I am getting younger
I am sure there are multibillion dollar businesses to kill the dandelion. ~ Mr. Leprechaun.
Since we fired our gardeners because they were slacking on the job and ignored our roses, I have let my dandelions grow wild again. The birds like them, and the bees and hummingbirds love them. Yellow green sturdy little wild things they are. I love them too. This is an ode to them.
While almost asleep and with the widow open to feel the breeze during my nap time, I heard a little story in the wind …
Did you know that if you let the dandelion grow in your garden and on your lawn it is the perfect place for a little leprechaun to rest; in case they cannot find a mushroom that is? If you wonder by and see one drinking, it may very well be some dandelion beer. They will ask to share some with you. Their pints are about as big as they are. It would be about a cup full for a human being. So the story I heard is this and it became strangely intimate.
“If you are kind enough to take a ship of me earthy brew, a couple of valuable gold coins will show up on your front door dear.”
“Really I whispered?”
“Yes, and as you pick up the gold, whisper to the wind how the beer tasted to you!”
“I want the truth lassie. No lies. Then I will give you two more gold coins.”
“I hear you.” I said
“Share this story… if you will, ‘Cause I need them dandelions to make me brews!!”
Drink me brew, drink me brew
Three pints for me and one for you
Dandelions make a great big stew
Green, yellow and nectar too.
Birds are singing and flowers are wooing
Feet are dancing and twilight coming
We are here and dance and laugh
Rich with gold, gems and beer!!
Dandelions here, Dandelions there
Let them grow, let them grow
Me dear, me dear
Let them grow me dear!!