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A Red And Pink Rose

Autumn leaves are falling
All through the park
Red, russet gold a multi coloured carpet
Autumn Is here and the air Is getting cool
I Love this time of day and year
The greensmen have not tidied the paths
The leaves strewn across a rich painted scene
As I walked along I saw an old grey haired lady
She sat on the fifth park bench along the path
So old and frail she did look to my eyes. 
There was such a sad expression on her face
She talked softly to herself as she looked Into empty space
Then I saw, I swear I saw a Rose float Into her hand
One single red Rose
The old lady did smile and her face lit up
Her face become a living sun 
Her hair did seem to live again and dance to the stiff breeze
I passed by this lady and she didn't even know I was there
The next day at the same time I was walking through the park
Leaves still strewn across the path
On the fifth park bench along the old lady sat
Again she looked so sad, her head bowed slightly
Beside her on the bench was the red Rose
As I approached I saw a Pink Rose
It did come out of nowhere a beautiful Pink Rose
The pink Rose did float through space Into her hand
Once again her expression did change
Her face lit up with such joy and Love
She became alive again
I walked by and this time she smiled at me and I smiled back
She still held the beauty her face had always held
I walked on without saying a word.
I could hear her softly talking to herself
The next day I had Beth with me
The trees were now bare of leaves
The wind was up and we huddled together
On the fifth bench there were one red and one pink Rose
There was no lady on the bench
Beth and I we left the park
The next day the wind was down
We went back to the park the next day
There was no old lady on the fifth bench
The two Roses still sat there all alone
A Park attendant came over as we stood staring at the bench
He told us that an old lady had died there two days ago
She had visited the park bench at the same time every day
At one time she had done It with her husband 
Every day they would sit on the same bench
For the past year she had sat alone
Her husband was gone but every day his spirit came here
Now the old lady was dead also
The attendants face suddenly went pale
His eyes fell to the ground
We heard a couple walking towards us laughing
We looked along the path and there was no one
We could still here the laughter getting louder
We heard feet now
Dancing feet coming along the pathway
Closer closer now so close
It became so cold we could see our breath
Then the pink and red Roses were lifted  from the bench
They floated down the pathway then they just disappeared
Beth the attendant and myself we walked quickly In the other direction
Often In autumn I see a pink and red Rose on the bench
Sitting there In honour of a couple who lived
Who knows one day I may find there names
You never know they may be Mary and Mike

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  1. Date: 9/16/2014 4:03:00 PM

    amazing imagery Mike a haunting beautiful write my friend i was enthralled from beginning to end:-) hugs Jan xx

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