As a child I remember
with mum and dad I
liked going blackberrying
under the sky
its eminence reaches
the hedgerows and climbs
forms beautiful arches
creating the rhymes
The wildest of brambles
Does its own thing
as wild as the wildest
surely the king
providing fine nesting
ancient maybe
such a great multitude
Each frantically
fighting its corner
its leaves multi hued
Flowering and fruiting
one hell of a brood
such an abundance
refreshing they be
Just a wondrous and delectable
occupancy