Delicate Strong Rose
So last night I was going through my files and thought I'd share one of my poems with you....enjoy...
A delicate rose stood all alone
With no-one she could call her own
A gardener came and tended her
His touch dispelled her every fear
He watered her and nurtured her
And for a while was always near
Barely in bloom, the rose did bud
As the gardener left his stain of blood
As winds assailed to tear her down
Intense torrents threatened to drown
At times she’d bend and sometimes shake
But all in all she did not break
Each raindrop on her pretty head
Ripped soft petals with claws of lead
And though the forces battered her
The sheltered bud grew without fear
The gardener gone, without a trace
A stranger tends the forsaken place
Supports her weak and worn out stalk
And guards and shelters like a hawk
But now the weather-worn rose stands tall
Though briars prick and eons maul
The sun and gardener gone too soon
Yet glistens in the silvery moon
Penny
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