Roses are Red, but not Found.

I am no poet

But I try to express myself through photography

So here is my attempt at poetry, but don’t judge too harshly since I am only a novice.


For the past couple of years

the roses in my backyard never bloomed.

They had a gloomy bubble over them,

even when the sun rose.

But this winter,

it poured and poured,

Until the creek was full.

Then spring came and my mom called;

she said “Come down and look at these roses”

For they have reappeared again.



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