THE COUNTRY GATE
Through splattered hedgegrow, brambles stalk
And snare, who unsuspecting walk
Too close, too near, or whispered breeze
Is snagging cloth, not freed with ease.
This nature path, shaped like a cove,
Has soft white bloss’m that seems to clothe
sweet countryside, with life abound,
From firm, green leaf to soiled ground.
And so, from solar glare I squint
And follow bee through wild mint.
He dances in his flow’r vibrate
In foliage round the garden gate.
4 feet - 2 syllables per foot
PLEASE : keep in mind regional accent.
eg “wild mint” (pronunciation: (why)ld mint.
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