Thistles Are Survivors

The old thistles dying and the young thistles growing And the thistledown in the warmth of the afternoon are blowing Above the brown paddocks in the freshening Summer breeze On a January day of twenty five degrees In Thistledown the famous poem by Harold Monro He told of the thistles how they do self sow The tiny fluffy thistle seeds by the wind blown To grow in nearby place as a noxious weed known, In Summer and Autumn the winds blow the thistledown here and there And thistle seeds not fussy they do grow everywhere In wet ground or dry ground thistles you will find To grow anywhere they are all too inclined They are sprayed and poisoned but to grow and spread they succeed Thistles are survivors a hardy noxious weed.