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In My Garden

In my garden where love flourished. 
A pale pink running rose once bloomed.   
Gracefully it grew upon the trellis.
Until the oak tree took the sunshine away. 

Each petal a delicate, velvety feeling
Whispers of romance daily entertained.
Its fragrant blooms upon morn's air
Love stories lived beyond compare. 

The housewife gentle and strong
Loved the rose, and here she belonged.
Their love steadily flows.
As the pale pink running rose slowly grows

Life was cut short for the rose.
Gradually its habitat decompensated.
Briars and brambles came up instead.
Wrapped around and soon it was dead

Husband gets a great pleasure out of using roundup especially on windy days.

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Sotto Poet April 6, 2024 at 9:57 AM Sara, I adore your garden. Flowers are blossoming. Brushstrokes made from natural petals make beautiful art. Despite the nice tale, your flower remains dead. It's sad. A lovely garden is blooming with dawn-colored flowers. Words and poetry so relaxing. Sara Kendrick April 6, 2024 at 12:34 PM Lasaad, I have not been able to find another rose just like the one which died. Of course, I don't know if I would be able to come up with a perfect spot to plant it if I found that beautiful specimen once again. Due to maturing oak trees my places to plant another rose have diminished. Your visits add a special touch to my page. Sara K

Jennifer Proxenos April 6, 2024 at 5:23 AM Such a captivating description of your roses pink and velvety - a beautiful garden dear friend but sorry about The briars and brambles that caused it to die, that made me sad, LOVE AND BLESSINGS, Jennifer. Sara Kendrick April 6, 2024 at 12:31 PM I appreciate you sharing your feelings about the death of pale pink rose. Your visit was uplifting. Sara K

Anne-Lise Andresen April 5, 2024 at 3:22 AM - You describe a fragrant and beautiful garden, Sara :) - Now we can wait for spring to come (we got a lot of snow yesterday) - hugs Sara Kendrick April 5, 2024 at 5:38 AM Anne-Lise, I know your area is somewhat behind us. I guess with the fresh snow it will be a few weeks more before it warms up to spring like temperatures there. We are having a cold snap, but it did not go down low enough to frost last night, and I hope that it won't tonight. My husband has already spent money on garden plants. Your visit was delightful. Sara K

Victor Buhagiar April 5, 2024 at 2:38 AM A wonderful poem about nature with a beautiful picture. Great. Sara Kendrick April 5, 2024 at 2:54 AM Thank you, Victor. I appreciate the visit. Sara K

Bill Baker April 4, 2024 at 5:02 PM A soothing picture with a lovely poem, Sara. An ideal covey for a sit-n-talk. Thanks for the insight of your Hubby and his delight with roundup, I can identify with that feeling. :-) Have a pleasant weekend, my friend. Bill Sara Kendrick April 5, 2024 at 2:54 AM Bill, thank you for the visit. I don't think he will be using roundup in my personal space again, then, he might use it outside of it on a windy day and destroy everything in there. I think the weekend will be nice weather wise anyway. Sara K

Ink Empress April 4, 2024 at 11:51 AM Your rhymes and rhythm of your lines truly stood out for me, and i bet you had a lovely garden: i love how descriptive it is and also the opening lines were truly very captivating! Pleasure always reading your work. Sending you light always dear sara Sara Kendrick April 4, 2024 at 1:02 PM Why, thank you, IE. I am glad that you liked the opening lines. Thanks for the light. I appreciate the time spent here. Sara K

Vijay Pandit April 4, 2024 at 5:01 AM You have a beautiful garden, Sara. Sad that your rose died--I like how you conveyed the story. Sara Kendrick April 4, 2024 at 6:42 AM Vijay, this was an internet picture. My garden was not that lovely. I would have liked it to be though. My husband got in my garden area with weed killer in the last few days and killed a lot of what I had left in there. He piled a huge amount of leaves over all my garden space and I think it killed most of my plants. Just too much mulch. I have to just let it be though. Thanks for the visit. Sara K

Jay Narain April 3, 2024 at 3:16 PM Nice poem Sara Kendrick April 4, 2024 at 4:07 AM Thank you, Jay. Sara K