There, beyond the garden wall,
Lost among the grass and weeds
A wild rose grew beneath the trees
With fragrance blithe, to fill the breeze
And her petals soft as velveteen...
She is watered and fed by pearls of dew
But is hidden there, where no one knows
Where no one sings a song for her
To praise the beauty of her hue...
This lovely rose in solitaire
With leaves of green, and tendrils twined
Yearns to bask in joys of spring...
Where song birds nest, and robins sing
A place to show her grace, sublime...
A garden fair, an arbor high
Is just beyond the other side
She spies a crevice in the wall,
And through the slit a golden glow
She climbs the stones, and stretches small
And squeezes through, uncurling all
A virgin rose, unkissed, and shunned
Has found Eve's garden in the sun
For Francine's Contest:" Spring Is In The Air "