Rose Meadow
There's a pink wild rose growing
in Westling's Meadow, which
is, otherwise, full of weeds,
broken fence posts, old tires
and broken wine jugs--just
what a wild rose needs--
a place to feel special,
very special, indeed.
Copyright © Carol Louise Moon | Year Posted 2023
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