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