Rose Meadow
Sun throws its arms on vast rose meadow every morning
With kisses and smiles showering gracefully with love ‘til it sets
As colorful butterflies glide over to view the enchanting beauty
My mother and I pick handful of roses for our living room vases.
Pink, white, red, yellow, orange roses---all in various colors
Spread all over the verdant plain as the cold wind blow
Grazing cattle stay far to show how wide they could take
Come, let’s frolic to relish the festive ground where they escalate!
May 8, 2023 seven 13am
Rose Meadow Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
Copyright © Len Gasun | Year Posted 2023
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