Beauty Of Our Day - Poem by Joyce Hemsley
The rose, she blooms with colour,
pink, white, crimson and gold.
The rose is a flower from history
she reigned in days of old.
Blooming with pride and dignity
gathering grace along the way...
Climbing, rambling or standing alone
she is the beauty of our day.
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