A Haven For All, The Hedge Poem by john (called jack) wren

Fair hedge your sleep is nearly done
your weary bones now need the Sun
it's time to stretch those sleepy roots
and waken your dormant shoots

The romance of Spring now fills the air
as Winter shuffles back to her lair
and from this refuge of bleak days past
a Robin's merry tune is cast.

Dog Rose and Bindweed rub their eye
soon to soar upward to the sky
and Hawthorn patiently waits for May
to bring its blossom into play.

The Bramble has no time to rest
rampaging about to fulfil its quest
brushing aside the meek and mild
with the impatience of a petulant child.

Soon the hedge will be in leaf
to cover those who live beneath
full of life and smothered in smell
is this haven for all down the dell