Raspberry canes

In and out the raspberry canes
On a jack frost bitten day
With nothing more than twine,
And knife
To earn my daily pay
Bending back the line of whips
From John O’ Groats
to Landsend
These willowy viaduct sticks
Seemingly never end!

In and out the raspberry canes
With nothing burning in my mind!
I accept the numbing hail and rain
And the wisps of empty time!
Bending back the line of whips!
Beneath a solemn grey stone sky;
Under the derogatory east-wind!
A hells purgatory cry!
From John O’ Groats
To Landsend
Seemingly it will never end.