Wild Rose
The ‘Wild Rose’ Drifts away with the morning,
tempest howls in discrimination
clouds inconsolable lament,
the creek no longer arid
replenish the river.
There ‘Wild Rose’ Fearful
taut disjointed;
on her way
to the
sea!
© Harry J Horsman 2010
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2010
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