Wild Rose

Wild rose in red or pink or white
You’re nothing like your sister.
While she requires a burlap coat,
You survive the winter

Her colors are more various.
Her buds are clearly neater,
And though her fragrance is quite nice,
Yours is so much sweeter.

Her stalks so tall and beautiful
Lend well to bold bouquet.
Your bush, a gross entanglement,
Instead says, “Stay away.”

You come unheeded every year,
No pampering for you.
To claim your favored wild spot
You grow and bloom anew.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Riha Avatar
February 6, 2018 at 5:03 PM
A brilliantly told story! I was cheering for her!
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