I am participating in a 6 week Transformative Language Arts workshop. Our first assignment was to write an "I Am" poem. Here's mine:
I am dandelion,
bright and yellow,
rooted deep,
food for leaves,
sewing seeds on the wind.
At the sight of me, you know:
Helms is coming.
Time to plant.
Tend to the land
and each other.
Some find me invasive, a pest.
They say, "pull her up."
I pay them no mind.
I bloom on,
peeking up with a grin.
See me in the cracks of the Charlotte sidewalk,
the Catawba fields of crabgrass.
Make dandy-chains with me.
Wear the crown on your head.
It suits you well.
