Sister, Sister
(Thistles)
Sister, sister
Whispered with a care
Waving fragile heads
In the moving air
Oh, be careful
Here they come
Strangers, interlopers
Into this our world
Under a warming sun.
Will they despoil
Or yet worse
Uproot our lives
From this gentle soil
Our loving home
Stay together
In groups they will see
To Leave us alone
Our nettles will sting
As well as any bee’s
Our heads turn above
long, lovely necks
Pink and purple strands
Of elongated tresses
Designed not for picking
By the hand of any man
Respect is all
We ask for
We too enjoy a part
In all life springing
From this,
Our God’s living soil