Brewing your bitter sap From the sour, dank sod In which your feet Are so comfortably shod Silk purse made from the bile Of good-for-nothing land
Your are on the river In the bog early green A smile on Spring's young face Russet tines raking winter's putty Bearded bonsai of icy summits Run-maker on summer greens
Webster-woven into creels For peats, and baskets For logs of firewood types Promise me a sprig of ***** Willow Almost a tree A match for any tree
"Run-maker" - willow is the wood of choice for making cricket bats "Webster" - a Scots word for weaver
*****-willows are out now - Spring is coming to the northern hemisphere!