Brambles

Posted on April 7, 2023 by Rex Tyler

It be a common and garden bramble
Waste ground scrambler knotted wild
Caught my stockings tore my ankle
Dug it’s thorns deep down inside
I was forced to stand my ground
And suffer I can say
Bloodied by the angry, spiteful
Vile and ignorant display
Really gave me aggravation
Piqued and embittered that was me
Rooted in the Ashridge forest
Rampaging disagreeably.

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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