As I wander through this English garden
I am enamored by the beauty, pristine
From the dahlia, hibiscus, and lavender
To the scents that could almost be seen
Among all the flowers, there’s one there, alone
Which stands out above all the rest
That single red rose, high on its stem
Is the flower of which I'm obsessed
That rose tells the world of its story
How despite the mighty winds blow
To the rains that come down and oh they come down
The rose just wants you to know
It grows there so tall and alone now
Due to its unwavering undying will
Pushes past rocks, the crust of the earth
Just to remain in this garden, yet still
When I wander through this English garden
To the table set there for some tea
I smile at that rose that forever grows
Because I feel that it grew there…. For me
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Author:
Michael (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 29th, 2023 05:42
- Category: Friendship
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This has special meaning for me in that both the rose and dahlia were flowers that my father grew and the lavender was grown by my grandmother. This poem flows off the tongue as smoot as honey. It has such a pleasant rhythm that seems meant for the garden as if one was taking a walk through it. Loved it
Thank you so much for your kind words and so glad you could relate to this. - Michael
orchid is my favorite.its fragrance still etched in my memory as I was walking through the Rio's botanical garden.
Scents, I find, are triggers for memory, the strongest memories. Thank you!
Good write Pop.
Thank you
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