Thorn Bush (a poem)

This week I have a short poem for you about a plant in our garden. It’s about more than that, really, but I’ll let it speak for itself:

Thorn Bush

The bush in our garden
Is covered with thorns

Is reaching its prickly
Branches across

The path to the shed
Making me duck my head

And I don’t mind at all—

I don’t call it a thorn bush
Though that’s what it grows

I call it it’s true name:
I call it a rose.

2 thoughts on “Thorn Bush (a poem)”

  1. Reminds me of this great quote (often incorrectly attributed to Abraham Lincoln, but a great quote nonetheless):

    “We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorns have roses.”

    ― Alphonse Karr, A Tour Round My Garden

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