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.