Wild Hotdogs

Wild hotdogs set to roast 
Ready to pluck from furrowed ditch
Grow alongside mountain roads
Cattails skewered on slender sticks

Rhizomes spread tall spiky leaves
Something homey in their grace
Marking marshy, wetted lands
Invite travelers stop their way

They bend and sway with wind and rain
Fluffy stuff when summer’s done
Seed heads waiting time to fly
Autumn’s currents bidding, ‘Come!’

Children enthralled passing by
Convinced hotdogs there do stand
Will always wonder ‘til that day
They hold cattails in their hands

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