Thornbush in the Sand

[couchgrouch]

Thornbush in the SandIn the blazing sun of Texasa thistlebush grows all alonefor all the rain it feels each yearit might as well be stonebut come a golden morningearly in the month of Maythere blooms a fragile flowerthat adorns it for a dayit's a thornbush in the sandthere's nothing it can't withstandit grows and grows, cos somehow it knowsthere's a better day at handno, nothing's tougher thanthe thornbush in the sandDanny Johnson knows his dirtfarmhas rarely seen drier spellsthere's dust in his pipes and ditchesand brown water in his wellbut his days bloom bright and hopefulfor a man of little meanshe'll hold his faith till fortuneburns the petals from his dreamshe's a thornbush in the sandthere's nothing it can't withstandit grows and grows, cos somehow it knowsthere's a better day at handno, nothing's tougher thanthe thornbush in the sandthe homeless child who wanders the nightthe cancer patient who won't give up the fightev'ry day, in diff'rent waysso many of us are likea thornbush in the sandthere's nothing it can't withstandit grows and grows, cos somehow it knowsthere's a better day at handno, nothing's tougher thanthe thornbush in the sand(c)2004 Robert George