Dandelions and Dinosaurs

August 29, 2012
There she goes
with her snakes,
her dinosaurs,
and her dandelions.
Picking only the best
in the sweet spring air.
Open to new things,
dragging along the bones.
Pink skirts
tangle themselves
to her dancing legs
because they love her
more than the wind.
She's flying fast
with her toys
to places unknown to us.
Chalk dusts her hands
among the imagination.
Wayward curls of hair halo
her small face.
This little imp
of wonder and knowledge
brings joy to all who see,
but she has a special
place in my heart
where snakes
and dinosaurs
and dandelions
are more precious
than gold.

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jetta.ckThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 18, 2013 at 2:42 pm
That's a wonderful poem! I smiled just reading it. :) I love it. Great job.
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