A Wild Red Rose Poem by David Harris

A Wild Red Rose

Rating: 5.0


It stood in solitary silence,
marooned on an island of its own,
stranded and forsaken.
Its fate left to the hands of the gods.
The four winds
tore at its petals head,
rain shredded its green leaves,
and still it stood
in defiance of the elements,
standing worn and torn,
but still erect,
a wild red rose.


4 August 2009

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tsira Goge 04 August 2009

Wild rose... hundreds the prickles, attractive beauty, but dangerous...10... Best wishes.

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David Harris

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Bradfield, England
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