Honeysuckle Poem by Christopher Tye

Honeysuckle

Hedgerows and woodland glades for a home,
Often called Woodbine by some as it mats hedges,
Nature gives us great gifts like you reminiscent of heaven,
East to west turns the Honeysuckle as it climbs,
Young children picking your flowers for honey,
Sweet scent prevailing in summer evenings,
Upwards bound twining around tree trunks,
Climbing over twenty foot high sometimes,
King of the climbers with your deep red berries,
Lonicera Periclymenum is quite a mouthful,
Easy to see why everybody calls you Honeysuckle.

By Christopher Tye