Idle Thought for a Lone Thistle

Stuck in traffic on the Casterbridge by-pass,
I noticed a lone thistle, erect, purple and proud
on the central reservation.
With this precious, gifted time, I pondered
upon the possibility of a lone piper,
kilt swishing in the mist of a quiet pre-dawn,
wailing his melody to languid Fresians
as he strides purposefully across the grass,
dropping thistle seeds from his wiry, red beard.

Paula Brown