Blossoms 1970's

Thought I'd like to try my hand at poems ode's and prose but my writing is not grand nor speech much like a rose all have heard of morning dew and times etching of the sand the old mans graying hairs not few and the beauty of the land Yes the flowers lovers bring their maids with time do hang buds down and the petals always land eventually on the ground The buds and babes of spring go forth to find the summers heat who with her inequities do scorch all those who walk earths street So although I've taken pen in hand I've nothing much to say for life has burned it's painful brand in all the born today Time does speak of baby's breath that adorns the rose bouquet fragile tender leaves of fern decorate the lovers way But grasp the flowers tight in hand there you'll find this way thorns who under leaves do stand were hidden all away Life comes with precious dreams and truths to be taken by your hand and often times the real proof lives beyond the old thorns brand Sweeter than the roses is the breath of Love and it's own descending comes down from above Flowers of many kinds are there Yet not beauty to compare to the bud and blossom the Tree of Love does wear COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC