Roses Aware
By our back door
Crying out!
Roses!
Roses!
Roses!
Big red ones
A little white
And two pink squirts
Nearly buried in the jumble
Blame it on the winter
Blame it on spring rains
The maples and the oaks are taking over
Blame it on the rake
A rusty old rake
That stood idle in the fall
Don’t blame it on the gardner
Who loves to study nature
Don’t change a thing!
Don’t clip!
Don’t pull!
Don’t DIG!
Stand off now
The roses have a witness
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2009
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