Accidental Poet

Rose of Sharon

As roses go

Beauty many can claim

But none so beautiful

As one that bears her name

 

For her smile

Can embarrass the sunrise

Make the stars jealous

Envious of her eyes

 

Her voice soft and true

Of comforting warm heart

Her mid-western drawl

 Hooks you from the start

 

My own heart she stole

More than fifty years ago

Though just a boy

At fourteen I told her so

 

A rose of beauty certain to

Hold your concentration

Appropriately named

Rose of Sharon

 

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