Monthly Archives: December 2014

Ode to a passing rose.

Oh sweet red rose, you passed me by

When past thee quick our car did fly

On down through verdant hills and lanes,

The enmeshed course of England’s brains.

 

You passed and though I thanked thee not

That moment smiled on memory’s lot,

And even as you cease to be

Your ripple still curls out through me.

 

 

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