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A poem!

mizellie
12 years ago

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The Rose..A poem by my talented daughter about the Michigan Rose..

The haven that my Mother built, outside the kitchen door;

Begins with simple melodies,

The wind defines the score.

Beneath the chimes, a flower bed,

with sprays of vivid green,

the gentle rain, as if a kiss,

bestows a brilliant sheen.

And on the left, a maple tree,

A rose does live beneath;

It's petal grace the moistened earth,

Their beauty they bequeath.

This Rose has grown beneath this tree,

And many trees before,

It's lived at other house past,

outside the kitchen door.

It grows and speaks of presence past,

and future yet to be;

It does not boast or brag it's time,

To flowers or to trees.

And yet it speaks boldly of,

the gift in Mother's hand;

The mark of life she leaves behind,

the Rose, it is her brand.

So gaze upon it's fulsome blooms,

As many have before,

They tell of life and love of land,

and the Mother I adore.

Written by Leslie D. Brooks

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