The Cardinal and the Rose
It was a hot summer day
the rose waved its open bud
freely in the garden.
He had so hoped to be
part of a lovely bouquet for a special girl.
He had imagined a handsome prince
handing him off to a beautiful young lady,
maybe with other flowers, or a teddy bear
and with any luck a ring.
No, florest came that day,
no prince at all.
However out of the tree she came,
her garb was red
though not as bright.
It was a female cardinal
and she had come indeed.
This was not the human
the rose had imagined,
but company is company,
and the rose was blessed indeed.
The Cardinal and the Rose Poetry Contest
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