The jagged thorns of briar and gorse <br />Are sleeping slowly on their course <br />Relentlessly without remorse <br />Upon this hilly way. <br /> <br />Amidst the thicket creatures pry <br />All hidden from the gazing eye <br />And shielded from the sunny sky <br />In shadows they do stay. <br /> <br />And where the birds do sing for me <br />In jagged thorns of harmony <br />Upon the downs so wild and free <br />Which reach towards the bay. <br /> <br />The flowers gold amidst the thorn <br />Upon the slopes so dry and fawn <br />Beside the path so rough and worn <br />Where dust and stones now lay. <br /> <br />As now I walk nowhere to go <br />I'm waiting for the winds to blow <br />To carry forth the evening glow <br />And see its grand display. <br /> <br />Until that time of fading light <br />I'll climb upon this thorny height <br />And breathe the air and see the sight <br />So fine this summer's day.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jagged-thorns/
