The jagged thorns of briar and gorse
Are sleeping slowly on their course
Relentlessly without remorse
Upon this hilly way.
Amidst the thicket creatures pry
All hidden from the gazing eye
And shielded from the sunny sky
In shadows they do stay.
And where the birds do sing for me
In jagged thorns of harmony
Upon the downs so wild and free
Which reach towards the bay.
The flowers gold amidst the thorn
Upon the slopes so dry and fawn
Beside the path so rough and worn
Where dust and stones now lay.
As now I walk nowhere to go
I'm waiting for the winds to blow
To carry forth the evening glow
And see its grand display.
Until that time of fading light
I'll climb upon this thorny height
And breathe the air and see the sight
So fine this summer's day.
This is cleverly done Andrew, I know how hard it is to keep the rhyming words within the verse and after each verse too. You have done a great job with this one. A delight to find. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Like so much of what you write Andrew, I too, stand in awe Love duncan X
smooth flow of verses..nice to read..greatly written... Ency Bearis
A wonderful poem, you always paint such a good picture, well penned Andrew, 10 Lynda xx
Sounds like a beautiful place to be.....really like this......10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome write Andrew! This poem just flows smooth as a stream on an' on... The rhyming, amazing! A 'terrific poem'! *10plus*! ! Best regards! Friend Thad