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 | A Clearing in the WoodBy William McMahon Our natives made their clearing in the woods. Our pilgrims made a clearing for their good. A rose bed is a clearing in the lawn,and sunrise is that clearing we call dawn. A cup must have its clearing on the Continue reading A Clearing in the Wood The Hybridizer’s DreamBy Andy Vanable There is a little dream . . . And in that dream,there’s a garden full of roses . . . Lots and lots of roses. There’s mommy roses . . . And daddy roses . . . And those “special” Continue reading The Hybridizer’s Dream The Enchanted Gardenby Renee Taylor By day she tends the enchanted garden, As his spirit hovers near, And once again her heart knows peace and love, Instead of weariness or tears. Wind and sun upon her face, Working in the rhythm of this place, She creates this Continue reading The Enchanted Garden In the Rose Garden: Awaiting the Coming of Spring by William DorityThe roses are dormant in their mulched beds, a long winter’s nap for their weary heads. Finally resting from their long period of growing, storing up strength for the next season of showing. Continue reading In the Rose Garden:Awaiting the Coming of Spring I’m a Nobody, SirA tired, weary maid came to our door,Hunting any maid-like chore. “Do I know you,” I said to her. And she replied, “I’m a nobody, sir.” Her statement clearly startled me. That she had problems was plain to see. Continue reading I’m a Nobody,Sir |
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