Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Poem for her 64

Dear Readers,


The red rose grew there by the cabin
It had been wild once long ago those roses
Then Man started moving them into beds and gardens
Then they did genetic make overs and now
The Roses all over the world have formed
A Pack, They want to just be the Free Roses
They hum the tune Born Free a lot these Roses
But this red rose was not a member of FRP (Free Rose Pack)
This rose was already free
Free to grow by the cabin
Free to walk anywhere it wanted too
Free to sing in the sunshine
Free to dance at the moon
Free to ........The rose looked back up at
The lines It had just written and Pondered
How did I just do that?
Oh yeah
Roses are Read

Happy Birthday Babe,



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