Clusters of lavender, sweetest aroma! Blooming by roadsides, arranged in a vase, Clutched in my hand, they’re the loveliest lilacs— And how the fragrance sweeps over my face! Gleaming with pride that’s as yellow as sunshine, Strong-willed and tow’ring high over my lawns With sticky stems and the sneakiest root-spread, White-headed dandelions wave their batons.Continue reading “Quite Queer”