Along a sagging barbed-wire fence
the hawthorn hedge grows wide and wild
— its thorns can puncture soles, stab flesh
tear clothing, flatten tractor tires
but insects feed on the pungent flowers
and birds feed on the haw —
small creatures hide and rest, build nests
within the entangled branches
— botanically designed protection
as if ramparts of well-defended castles.
... Yes, celebrate the hawthorn hedge
but don’t forget — not all trees are huggable!
Thanks for posting my poem.