Dance of the Cardoon
The Cardoon seeds have been released
By the gusting wind that seeks to please
It lifts them up and spins them round
But most descend towards the ground
Where they collect in informal groups
Before a signal lines them up like troops
To begin their dance across the land
To the inaudible tune of a top brass band
But this regimented march does not last
With the fickle wind blowing far too fast.
The formal lines become twirling swirls
That contract in ever decreasing whorls.
These featherweight seeds play chase in the breeze
Bouncing around with spherical ease
Like Whirling Dervishes with skirts flowing
Energised by the warm wind blowing
But no sooner has this show begun
Than the air stills and the dance is done...
Howard Vaughan 19th September 2018
Cardoon picture by Tony O'Brien
and a link to my Facebook page for a video... hope it works
Howard Vaughan, Information Officer