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~ Beautiful Rose~~BEAUTIFUL ROSE~ (*)(*)(*) There is a place on a mountain top with giant trees all around where some of my ancestors lay in peace I have visited the lovely old place a cemetery where some tomb stone's are made by hand out of rock that let the imagination run wild (*)(*)(*) Deep In the woods among tall maple and pine's in a little cove where once was an old home place through an opening in the trees the sun is shining down on a lovely rose bush growing next to a tomb stone just a slab of rock that loving hands have chipped off the rough edges and made a lovely work of art *~~~~~~*~~~~~~* It has a lovely warm look of old age about it and with great care were put the words My Beautiful Rose. At the base of the tomb stone are lovely wild flowers as if someone had planted a wild flower garden and had been tended with tender loving care *~~~~*~~~~* Near by is a beautiful old bench made of rock the old man looks peaceful setting there. smoking his pipe a rake in his hand The old man and his beautiful Rose is only a memory. that clings to the past a spirit that never gives up *~~~~*~~~~* That comes back ever so often down through the years to tend the rose bush and rake and clean the grave to set on his beautiful old bench in the peace and quite and smoke his pipe and once again remember the past and feel the love of his Beautiful Rose *~~~~*~~~~*~~~~* acountrygirlspoems Poem By Clara Strickland Brinkley copyright©2008 Vote for this poem
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