The field was busy with dandelions, elbowing grass aside, jostling docks.

Tossing their gaudy tousled mops,

'Look at me! Look at ME! Look at ME!!!'

Then summer's magic changed them into feathery fragile moons.

Clang clong! sang the bell and school was out;

The children ran into the field.

Running and laughing, picking the blow-clocks,

"Huff! It's one o'clock, two o'clock, three!"

The parasol seeds flew up in a cloud, zigging and zagging, just out of reach.

"It looks like it's snowing!  Must be a million!" 

"More like a trillion! More than that!"

'Til every clock was a bald green head and all the seeds had flown.

Some floated over the dozing dog, snoring softly, sh! don't wake him!

Round by the henhouse, cluck and twitter,

Tickled the nose of an old brown hare,

Over the hedge and down in the ditch,

They disappeared from view.

Some fell into the water butt and were sprinkled over the garden.

Side by side with the pansies and violets,

All in amongst the lupins and poppies,

They settled down to wait

Under the fence, over the wall, caught in the slipstreams of lorries and cars,

Swooping through bridges, falling on verges,

On the embankment where fast-speeding trains rushed towards stations with clacking and clatter,

Where have they landed now?

When a big yellow sun bounced over the hill, beaming a welcome, shouting 'It's Springtime!'

What do you think he saw?

From crannies and cracks where seedlings could sprout,

From places a seedling should not grow at all;

From garden to gutter, in valleys, on clifftops,

A million trillion yellow suns were beaming brightly back.  

Nodding and nudging, swaying and chanting,

"Dandelions for ever! Dandelions YEAYY!!"