The Hawthorn Poem by June Walker
The Hawthorn
Bred in a stubborn land,
this hedge of hawthorn grabs frozen soil,
with clenched claw roots.
Its trunks- thick, twisted, gnarled hide-
rough as an elephant's skin.
Its twigs, stubby as shorn corn,
thorns interlock like rutting stag's antlers.
Nature's barbwire fence, uprooted
by neither wind nor storm.
Its softened face wears small white flowers
in green hair- harbinger of spring lambs,
summer sun.
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4/22/2024 1:16:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
really good descriptive writing. something i need alot more work on. a little jealous of this one, a healthy jealousy hahaha. thanks for sharing