Fuzzy hotdogs set to roast
Grow alongside mountain’s ditch
Cattail flowers skewered on
Sturdy tall straight narrow sticks
They sway in wind and pouring rain
Turn fluffy when the summer’s done
Ripened seed heads set to fly
Autumn currents bidding come
Spiky leaves persist their spread
Ever homey in their grace
Marking marshy wetted lands
As cattails beckon stay and play
Children enthralled driving by
Sure that hotdogs there do stand
Will wonder til that very day
They hold cattails in their hands
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Dew Upon The Arbor 
On Sat, Oct 9, 2021 at 12:20 AM Dew Upon The Arbor wrote:
> sherryvycitalyork posted: ” Fuzzy hotdogs set to roast Grow alongside > mountain’s ditchCattail flowers skewered on Sturdy tall straight narrow > sticks They sway in wind and pouring rainTurn fluffy when the summer’s > doneRipened seed heads set to fly Autumn currents bidding come Spiky ” >
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Thanks for reading, Ray! And for the drive that took me back to these memories! 💞🥰
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What fun! Delightful!
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Thank you, Rick! I remember the first time seeing hotdogs growing on the side of the road. Dad just laughed, and I learned they were really cattails.💞🥰
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