THE WILD ROSE BLOOMS
This hazy chill, this bitter frost
Its dreary gloom keeps all light lost
Those Greying clouds, their pesky pour
Drench the air with lasting sour.
The natives here, know not a well,
Their strengths are lost and hearts are scared
Their lives a pity, stand wan and bare.
But yonder now, a hope is there
Stalwart, strong, radiant, fair
‘Tis a sacred gift, the wilderness holds
For those who brave a different road
These valiant few see a precious sight
Of nature’s secret elixir of life
One sight of it clears all their gloom
It is; the wild rose in bloom.
(I wrote this in a night, for the KELS Interclass Poetry Competition... didn't get anything : /
I don't think I can write a better poem than this... Ahhh oh well :(... doesn't stop it from being my fav poem!)