Written by: Lynnette Bohmann
Dad says they are weeds.
Mom says they are seeds.
I believe they are magic puff balls I can make a wish upon.
Sometimes I run barefoot through the yard kicking them as hard as I can.
Small white explosions fill the air as I try to catch them with my hands.
I save the biggest ones for last; these are special.
I snap the stems where they touch the grass.
Did you know if you put a bunch of them together they look like a cloud?
I pull them close to my face and close my eyes tight.
Time to make a BIG WISH!
I can feel the dandelions tickling my nose.
Oh no…. AAAH….AAAHHHH… AAHHHCHOOOOOO!