This poem was published in 1984 in The American Muse: A Treasury of Lyric Poetry under my maiden name Julia A. Durre.
It began so simply, a long time ago, As a seed in the ground it began to grow. It popped through the soil to show it was there, What it needed now was love, attention and care. It developed a stem and began to rise high, Reaching, stretching, and aiming for the sky. The rose, it bloomed for everyone to see, Its beauty, God’s creativity.
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