Raspberry Canes

In and out the raspberry canes 'On a jack frost, bitten day: With nothing more than twine, and knife To earn my daily' pay. Bending back the line of whips From: 'Lands-End to John o' Groats.' These-willowy-viaduct sticks seemingly it will never end. In and out the raspberry canes 'With nothing burning on my mind: I accept the numbing hail and rain.' And the wisps of empty time Bending, back the line of whips: Beneath a solemn grey stone-sky Under the derogatory east-wind A hells purgatory cry From: 'Lands-End to John o' Groats.' …Seemingly it will, never-end: or Raspberry Canes In and out the raspberry canes 'on a jack frost, bitten day: With nothing more than twine, and knife to earn my daily' pay. Bending back the line of whips from: 'Lands-End to John o' Groats.' These-willowy-viaduct sticks seemingly it will never end. In and out the raspberry canes 'with nothing burning on my mind: Accept the numbing hail and rain.' And the wisps of empty time bending branches a line of whips: Beneath a solemn grey stone-sky under the derogatory east-wind a hellishly loud purgatory cry from: 'Lands-End to John o' Groats.'