I am the land’s unspoken vein, that carries life through the hills and plains. I bear the weight of trade and time, then meet the sea in steady line.

Cows are where you’ll find me first, Then I’m served up on a dine. A cut of meat that sounds quite sweet, With a tender taste to enjoy to feast

I turn your pond a shade of green, a creeping film that spreads unseen.

Sleeping Beauty pricked her finger, now I grow and linger. Upwards the tower I go, blossoming and blooming until a hundred years later, there comes her beau.

A sticky tar sap. Needled skirt up to cap. Boarded in bulk. Shape hung: travels map.