Friday, November 5, 2010

The Rose

God made the Rose and made it sweet,
With beauty beyond compare.
God made the rose for you and me
and gave it perfume rare.

God made the soil to plant the rose
where it can grow its flowers.
God made the rose thrive and grow,
To cheer us in all hours.


God sends the sunshine and the rain
to produce nutrition for it; and man to give it his tender care
so every one shall love it.
God made the Maiden, fair as the rose,
and gave her consoling ways;
God made them both for you and for me
to cheer us in our lonely days.
Sense and Nonsense in Poetry
By Willis L. Tackette


2 comments:

Darla said...

Beautiful roses to go with beautiful words!

Mildred said...

Good Afternoon Patsy, I wish I could smell these pretty roses! Hope you and Bennie are keeping warm and have a grand weekend.