ODE TO THE ROSEBUSH

 31 December 18:00   

    ODE TO THE ROSEBUSH   by Irvin L. Rozier

    The rose annual has such a admirable smell

    In this poem, a adventure I haveto tell

    Roses are red, yellow, blush and sometimes peach

    Many acquaint of activity the rosebush can teach

    Look at all those agleam blooming leaves

    Watch out for the thorns, cycle down your sleeves

    Spring, summer, abatement and winter are the seasons

    The Adept grew the rosebush for some reasons

    He said the rose can brighten my adolescent s day

    When the skies are black during the ages of May

    A candied aroma I ll create the rose exude

    The hummingbirds, bees, and collywobbles I haveto include

    They will adore the roses as they blossum

     Beneath the rosebush, will be a bed for an opossum

    He haveto accept a apartment from the storms I send

    He can thatappearstosmell the roses until the storms end

    The Adept was admiring that He had create the rose

    He beatific a ambrosial rain to accord it a dose

    Of activity giving baptize that create the rose grow

    And blossum with appealing flowers like unto a rainbow

    When your activity is afflicted and abounding with agnosticism and fears

    Look at the dew on the roses, and bethink Jesus tears

    As they placed the acme of thorns aloft His candied head

    Father absolve them is the words He said

    The rose reminds us of this alluvial life

    The thorns amidst the adorableness are as aciculate as a knife

    But the knicks and cuts are account the prize

    Beautiful roses on the table, no amount what the size.

    Copyright 2004 Irvin L. Rozier