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The Rose Rustler
by Cheryl Moore
The sun is surely rising
On yet another day
Birds are chirping madly
As I head along my way.
I’m searching for that something
That’s missing from my mind
I dream of finding roses
Lost to all mankind.
The roses in their glory
A smell of strong perfume
The lure of mystic roses
Bringing me to you.
The rose blooms open slowly
As the sun shines on them so
I think I’ll keep on looking
In this place that heaven knows.
Tombstones arched by roses
From a long gone time since passed
Thorns and brambles masking
That rose I’ve found at last.
The search is never over
That rose is never found
I’ll rustle here tomorrow
Again on hallowed ground.
by Cheryl Moore
The sun is surely rising
On yet another day
Birds are chirping madly
As I head along my way.
I’m searching for that something
That’s missing from my mind
I dream of finding roses
Lost to all mankind.
The roses in their glory
A smell of strong perfume
The lure of mystic roses
Bringing me to you.
The rose blooms open slowly
As the sun shines on them so
I think I’ll keep on looking
In this place that heaven knows.
Tombstones arched by roses
From a long gone time since passed
Thorns and brambles masking
That rose I’ve found at last.
The search is never over
That rose is never found
I’ll rustle here tomorrow
Again on hallowed ground.
A poem from 'The Rose Years' portfolio.
© 2006 - 2024 chezem
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Love your poem. People here in the United States have found Roses in Graveyards, that were brought by the settlers, are on their own roots, are not hybridized, and have held onto life no matter what. That is a hearty rose, and your poem reflects that quest and love of old roses. You have made me smile early in the morning before my coffee, that is a small miracle in itself. Thank you for sharing your photos, your roses, and your words of wisdom...
...Annie
...Annie