Monday, 14 April 2008

Up the road, afternoon

'Golden girls and lads all must
As chimney sweepers come to dust'

is all about dandelions. Their jolly yellow heads turn to chimney sweeps' brushes, then blow away as dust.

1 comment:

Plutarch said...

A cunning thought that. The couplet is one of those that makes the back of my neck tingle - I think that was Emily Dickinson's definition of poetry.