when your path is lined with
thorns, sharp, vicious blades
that tear at skin and soul with
uncaring brutality, adversities
that hinder all forward progress,
just take the time to remember:
the harvest you reap will yet
be fruitful, and the products of
your endeavours, intoxicating
Sloe down: see the fruits, not the thorns.
This post is for day 78 of 365 Days Wild.
Time to stock up with gin!
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I’ve never made sloe gin but I’m tempted to try it. Several of my siblings are very fond of gin, even though I’m not. It might be a nice addition to the Christmas booze supply!
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Great poem, Lou, very descriptive and thought-provoking. There are a lot of sloes in the hedgerows this year and I’ve seen a few people out there collecting them.
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