Holly (wood)

A tinne
a bar of iron
Forged deep
in a fire
Using holly the charcoal
A chieftan would he tire
God of thunder
A warrior
whose spirit
Males intent
No nobler tree
In all the wood
Evergreen was meant
Flowers in July
Sheds its leaves in May
Thats Hollywood
Fine grained and white
Thats what they say
Bees are partial
As druids play
The holly in their hair
We hear
To Frighten the evil
That might appear.

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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