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Hilda Graham writes:  "Hi.  I wrote this a few minutes after finding my beautiful rose."

My Red Red Rose

I walked out in the garden
In the early morning light
and as I looked around
There to my delight
a red red rose was blooming
on a plant I`d long thought dead.
Oh how beautiful it was
The deepest crimson red,
its petals were all covered 
with the early morning dew
that sparkled like diamonds
as the sun came shining through.
As I stood and pondered 
how did this plant survive
for it seemed days before
this plant was not alive.
Suddenly I felt a sense of joy,
My heart was filled with love
for surely this must be a gift
sent from heaven above.

Copyrightę  Hilda Graham 5/30/02


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