A thorny disposition
\nAn attitude of mind
\nA phenomenal creation
\nWhere lovers might unwind
\nA quintessential hedge of
\nSuch significance for all
\nA provider of such wealth
\nFor feral souls when they
\nDo call<\/p>\n
Thankful to its feathered friends
\nFor sowing its bounty wide
\nThough rooks and jays may counter
\nThe suggestion is they hide
\nThemselves whilst dropping acorns
\nAnd enlightening the oak
\nAs saplings rise to conquer
\nThe Hawthorn just may stoke<\/p>\n
Its place as a shrub layer
\nWithin a sacred grove its laid
\nGiving colour bringing blossom
\nLoving light but bringing shade
\nIn old age its gnarled and twisted
\nA true hardness to its grain
\nLittle grows beneath it
\nWith so little to gain<\/p>\n
Magpies are often residents
\nTheir nests of twig and clay
\nSurrounded by the telling thorns
\nProtection so to say
\nClearly in ascendancy
\nChampions they be
\nCommanding a position
\nOf superiorty<\/p>\n
A natural symbiosis
\nWith the larger moths who be
\nRather partial to the leaves
\nA union thats free
\nAnd Saw flies too
\nAre attracted a veritable treat
\nbrimming with essentials
\nThat the flying folk do eat<\/p>\n
The Fae perhaps their
\nFavourite tree
\nIn the Gaelic sense we know
\nYou might wonder why a solitary tree
\nIn a bare old field may grow
\nStones laid around its base line
\nAnd there apparently it sits
\nUpon its ownsome settled there
\nLiving off its wits,<\/p>\n
There is a self-sufficiency
\nA crowning so to say
\nA beautiful budding brimful
\nBestows the month of May
\nIts initiative compelling
\nFor men an eroticness
\nAn assemblage of such beauty
\nFrom afar the goddesses dress<\/p>\n
And a heady scent of Springtime
\nA compliment of cream
\nSpiritually uplifting
\nInducing perhaps a dream
\nA voluptuous crescendo
\nand an alluring symphony
\nAnd a muse fit for a moment
\nOf possibility,<\/p>\n
Beltaine welcomes its influence
\nBut Its blossoms must never be
\nCut and brought into the home
\nIts true blown fantasy
\nIs to stay where it creates its gifts
\nUpon its stalwart host
\nNo man must ever cut it down
\nFor he shall never boast<\/p>\n
To such aa act i promise you
\nWhatever habitat
\nFor to annoy the Fae
\nOne would surely pay
\nSo best leave it where its at
\nMany a classic poet’s eyes
\nNoted it and wrote
\nFrom Spenser through to
\nSHakespeare as a nosegay
\nIt was sought<\/p>\n
The holy thorn At Glastonbury
\nOn wearyall hill
\nThe tree
\nThe Chinese love the haw berries
\nAir dried and sliced they be
\nA health providing lozenge
\nA heart tonic some say
\nThe druids made their wands from it
\nAnd the may pole so they say
\nA sprig of hawthorn in your hat
\nAnd lightening will not strike
\nAnd you will be safe from ghosties
\nThe sort you may not like<\/p>\n
The sixth moon of the celtic year
\nRenewed growth and strength
\nIts all about mental activity
\nTo go to a greater length
\nOf true spirituality
\nAnd harvesting at source
\nThe knowledge that you need to gain
\nThat very potent force<\/p>\n
And true survivability
\nWhatever time of year
\nThrough the winter’s wild vivacity
\nTo when the flowers appear
\nAnd onward to the haws
\nThe nativity
\nThe vital spark the heart chakra
\nAnd the longevity<\/p>\n
Onwards to the sky you go
\nTouch it if you dare
\nAs bumans stretch their bodies
\nAnd now dont seem to care
\nIts heartening to listen to
\nThe visions of the poor
\nThe judgement of the many
\nAnd how much they ignore<\/p>\n
The creeping hands of housing
\nOf humans when they do
\nNeed another superstore
\nOfcourse we know its true
\nThe woods and of course the forest
\nthey will have to go
\nMake way for, a new car park
\nand get rid of trees that grow<\/p>\n
forget we have an affinity
\nFor they provide our air
\nAnd we provide the Co2
\nOf which they are aware
\nBut we give up our oxygen
\nFor the concrete and the glass
\nWe chop down hardwoods in fhe East
\nFor what we see as class<\/p>\n
Wooden decking wooden floors
\nA big car run on oil
\nCoughing out the toxic gas
\nPolluting lungs and soil
\nWe undersetimate the costs
\nWe forget the Hawthorn tree
\nWe underrate its value
\nWe misjudge them tragically<\/p>\n
They are always sadly in the way
\nThe ignorance of man
\nThe very unenlightened
\nWho tend to fail to plan
\nThe asthmatics in the community
\nThey soon will need the air
\nDelivered to them in canisters
\nIn their concrete lair<\/p>\n
Our country roads on green banks
\nThe beautiful Hawthorns grew
\nAnd on May the 1st they came into flower
\nWith help from the early dew
\nEnchantment and a powerful scent
\nWelcomed in the light
\nBreathe that fresh air will you
\nAnd behold that gorgeous sight<\/p>\n
One tree and some waste ground
\nWith the impetus all gone
\nOur countride is dying
\nNothing lives upon
\nThe sterile waste ground out there
\nAnd the land fill Still out there<\/p>\n
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