Oh my dearest hack weed,
How thou does touch my heart,
Your branches stab at my legs,
As I walk past you trip me and make me fall.
Oh my dearest hack weed,
Your loving caresses slap across my face.
Your sticks bend over in my path
They whip my back as I walk past.
Oh my dearest hack weed,
And your field fellow black berry.
Blackberry's thorns so carefully scratch and dig
In my awaiting skin like a fish hook they grasp tightly.
Oh my dearest hack weed
And black berry with your graceful thorny vines
Without you two adorning my path
How could I go on?
This Ode is to my friend the hack weed..... and black berry too. Without them my days would be less full and complete.... that is of stabs, trips and gouges!! I had time to think about this as I was out doing my chores this morning.... Hack weed is not my favorite of God's creations right now....
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