Unfriendly tower
of green leaves and prickles,
covered in threatening
sharp, pointy stickles,
daring each passerby:
"Come take a nip!
You'll end up with spiny things
stuck in your lip."
But, up at your top
is a soft, purple bloom,
patiently waiting,
with just enough room
for a bright butterfly
to come rest for a while
in prickly, stickly, thistely style.
hm... good words, Becky.
ReplyDeleteThank you Angie!
ReplyDeleteLove this one. I can see the thistle dancing in my head and all the little creatures finding their way around it.
ReplyDeleteI love this too! Send it out. Great photo too. Nice work, Rebecca. :>
ReplyDeleteAw, nice. And LOVE LOVE LOVE your One Lone Leaf art!
ReplyDeleteWell done in creating the image Rebecca.
ReplyDeleteThanks, everyone!
ReplyDeleteI never liked thistles, or "sticker bushes" as I called them, when I was little, because all they were to me were things that lingered, hidden in the grass, waiting for me to step on them! But they sure are interesting when allowed to grow tall and wild.
Very cute poem!
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