The Rose
A rose in all its splendor
‘Tis a sight I shall remember
An ode to all God’s handiwork
Rising clear above the murk
Its sentinels come in many forms
Employing danger from its thorns
Beauty so fragile and oh so fresh
Bid jagged thorns to pierce the flesh
Lessons learned from nature’s wild
Beauty is like a new born child
Lusty eyes lurk from the fray
Nature’s sentries hold them at bay
Tyler Steven Clark
11aIts always nice to read something on this site thats not about depression or completely melancholy, a very well done piece glad to have read it
Charlotte B. Williams
9aNothing so beautiful as a rose.
Robert L. Martin
9aThanx Charlotte and Tyler.
J Ann Crowder
4aWow! You have so much poetry to share, and far surpass me. Keep writing & writing, please. I admire this!
Robert L. Martin
4aI get better when I read your poems, Joanne. I try to write as good as you do.