A yellow green gorse

Clothing and dressing the slopes

A sight, a haven

Thick, deep and densely

Protecting, embracing life

Within it’s cover

A perfume, so sweet

Tantalising and lovely

Pleasing the senses

Eternally here

Even in fiery death

It lives on again

We see it and smile

Its beauty and its presence

This yellow green gorse

Gorse, by Billy McKirdy