The First Red Rose of Spring
It’s spring again and
On the red rose tree I saw
A small red rose start
Life upon its branch,
Along with more of its kind…
Swaying in brisk winds.
I watched it each day
Grow up into a lovely,
Beautiful red rose.
W.C.Hull © 2020-2-5-H1396-
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Copyright © W.C. Hull | Year Posted 2020
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