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