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copyright © Protected by stcroixartbarn.com The Christmas Rose The sweetest flower that
heaven knows
It was planted with care
in the early spring,
It buddend and grew in
the sun's strong rays,
It sprang forth with grace
-as roses do;
By summer its folliage
was in full view,
In June is when the blossoms
came,
The autumn was was a spendid
season
Many came to share the
joy,
The more it gave, the
more it grew,
That life was made for
sharing,
Its life was a gift for
all to see,
The winter came and felt
so long.
But winter has a funny
way
The exterior of the rose
was dead,
Its spring again. The sweetest flower that
heaven knows,
And flowers grow quickly
in the garden of heaven.
Ward's planding a garden
for us over there.
notes: wrote this poem in memory of my friend, Ward. He was a very positive person and the best gardener I've known. His specialty was flowers; wonderful flowers. His flowers were planted in love for us, his friends. He enjoyed them and he knew everyone else would too. Ward died druing the Christmas season, hence, the name of the poem. You may notice that my poems are mostly about people. That's because the only thing we can take with us from this life are our friends who, because of their faith, are headed were we are going! P.O. Box 37 Osceola, WI 54020 ArtBarn is located
at 1040 Oak Ridge Drive Osceola, Wisconsin. Take Wisconsin Highway 35 north
of Osceola.
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