Laura Jean Kelly

A Gardener's Wisdom - Poem by Laura Jean Kelly

I walked into a garden
And the gardener was there.
He was plucking a bouquet
Of flowers bright and fair.

He smiled when he saw me,
A smile good to see.
He cut a full-blown rose
And held it out to me.

'Now here's one perfect flower
If ever one was seen -
The bloom a perfect scarlet;
The leaves a perfect green;

Its fragrance is the essence
Of a hundred summer morns! '
'No - it is not quite perfect, '
I remarked, 'for it has thorns.

'I just came from the store
And, on their garden lot,
They were selling 'Thornless Roses'
For $10.99 a pot! '

'Thornless roses! ' And the gardener
Firmly shook his head.
'It's a rose, or it is thornless:
It can't be both, ' he said.

'So many men may call them,
But any gardener knows
A flower, if it's thornless,
Can never be a rose.

'Why, have I never told you
What this plant's a symbol of?
It's a picture of the secret
Of true, eternal love.

'In the petals, breathe the fragrance
Of kindness without price;
In the thorns, endure the sorrow
Of perfect sacrifice.

'Take one without the other,
And, I don't care how it goes,
The love, it's not a true love;
The flower's not a rose.

'I've raised a million flowers
Since the day that I was born,
And there is no such thing
As a rose without a thorn.'

Topic(s) of this poem: gardening, love, rose, sacrifice

Comments about A Gardener's Wisdom by Laura Jean Kelly

  • Tom Allport (3/20/2017 6:50:00 PM)

    a beautiful poem that is full of blooming wisdom? ... well penned! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 20, 2017

Poem Edited: Monday, March 20, 2017

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