An old ladder <br />rotten with age <br /> <br />thrown against <br />the hedge <br /> <br />where a young bramble <br />new to this world <br /> <br />with summer singing <br />in its blood <br /> <br />climbs <br />tentatively rung b y <br /> <br />rung <br /> <br />to the golden <br />orb of the sun <br /> <br />its tiny <br />tendril fingers <br /> <br />grasping <br />at last <br /> <br />...the sky!<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-singing-in-its-blood-for-darlinda/
