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.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Hawthorn bushes are common in Scotland, where I grew up.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Johnathan Juarez 29 May 2012

really good descriptive writing. something i need alot more work on. a little jealous of this one, a healthy jealousy hahaha. thanks for sharing

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Valerie Dohren 13 May 2012

Beautiful, full of imagery.

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Diane Hine 10 May 2012

Great description, lovely poem.

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