They really were a prize
I was walking through the countryside
When, much to my surprise
I saw them on a hillside
At first glance thought "A weed"
I continued on the pathway
Just to see where it would lead
In amongst the sand and grass
And rocks that nestled there
Hidden from the normal view
I gazed at them with care
4 roses showed themselves to me
A very pleasing sight
The first one was so beautiful
Its petals were all white
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My gaze was being led
Another rose ... a different hue
This one was all red.
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I was a lucky fellow
To see the beauty I beheld
Another ... this one yellow
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The three ... but still peeked through
I looked at it with reverence
And noticed it was blue
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"And bring them back to you?"
So you could see what I have seen
And know their beauty too
I decided not to
As I looked at them today
The glorious sight of beauty
Would surely fade away
I thought of how to share these
In quite a different way
And so I bring this poem to you
Of what I saw today
The white rose is the pureness
Not of me ... but them
Their value picked could never match
Pure beauty on a stem
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When I saw them today
Or maybe twas the anger
If I'd taken them away
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That's what made me choose
To let the roses live there in
This patch of different hues
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As I left them behind
"But tis okay" I thought aloud
For even those who're blind
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This place was heaven sent
Twas not for me to disregard
The hope that this place meant
And so I share with you today
This hard reality
Would you have picked them for a friend?
If so ... then don't for me
~author~Bruce Parsons~
©1999©
May your dreams come true,
Your prayers be answered
email~Bruce
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~The Rose~midi~
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xox
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