Sharps In MayA Poem by Chris Shaw(folklore and all that)
In May watch hedgerows come alive
as hawthorn waves, enticing white, a welcome sight in lonely lanes. Yet should you venture close to touch, be warned of thorns whose sharps attack. Once blood is drawn, you'll soon turn back. No pleasing fragrance greets your nose as musky, pungence lingers there, decay and plague in warm spring air. And dare you use the blooms in rooms beware your fate our folklore states as pestilence brings doom and gloom. Since ancient times, hedgerows defined the boundaries of owners fields. When twentieth century brought neglect, and hedgerows suffered sad decline, new laws were sought and now prevail to keep our country ways in check.
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Added on May 22, 2019Last Updated on May 22, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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