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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Dew Upon The Arbor 
The creek out back is full of “hotdogs”. And now they are exploding and floating everywhere.
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Ha! Thanks, June! Maybe they’re getting ready to resupply for summer BBQ’s! 💞😁
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Delightful! Memory lane too!
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Thanks, Rick! Rich memories! 💞
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