Among the huddled masses that from
Europe came,
A tiny golden visitor staked its claim
to fame,
Somewhere in steerage passage with no
ticket by my side,
I threw a shoot and anchored roots, in
new lands far and wide.
Content to live in wastelands, my
golden flower thrived,
In backyard tenement clutter, 'twas
just thrilled to be alive.
On barren ground or homestead, this
hardy alien grew,
Its puffballs - games for children, to
scatter joy anew.
Unlike the dashing rosebud, whose
thorns a child may fear,
The friendly dandelion waves, a stately
stem with cheer.
Strong winds and rain may damage other
dainty flowers,
But this sturdy willing immigrant
stands tall through every shower.
Just weave me into garlands, I am a
friendly flower,
To bed I go at sunset and rise a decent
hour.
Like you, I love America, my new home
top to tip,
Sharing nourishment and beauty, I am
grateful for my trip.
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