Page 29 - PoemsNeathTheWesternSky

The summer was almost over The horses were feisty this morning,
it sure was good to be alive..... He rode into the meadow past the old
homestead, he glanced over to see a single Rose proudly standing. He
thought to himself, I’ll see to it when I get back in a few days, Jenny would
like that."

Last Rose of the Summer

It was just a glance that caught my eye,

Riding through the pines

I stopped to rest near Eagle Rim
Where the trail unwinds

A single rose of color,

Standing all alone
Strong, proud and weathered,

This rose so far from home.

What of this rose I ponder,

What makes it stand so tall ?
Through wind and rain and winter storms

As summers yield to fall

Shadowed by the cliffs above,

It looked so out of place
A rose to grace the meadows fair,

What secrets to embrace?

A resting place forsaken,
This dashing rose stands guard