Home » Poems » Carol Louise Moon » Rose Meadow

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.

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Yolanda Nicholsen

Date: 3/21/2024 2:00:00 AM

What a lovely write. Blessings

Carol Louise Moon
Date: 4/24/2024 9:25:00 PM

Yolanda, so glad you appreciate my poem. God bless you, too.

Sotto Poet

Date: 5/12/2023 6:57:00 PM

A very well-crafted poem, Carol. Your imagery is just of high caliber. Best wishes for the contest, and thank you so much for your uplifting visit and comment on my poem.

Carol Louise Moon
Date: 5/13/2023 6:16:00 PM

Thank you so much, Sotto.

Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 5/8/2023 6:25:00 AM

I've found the wild rose from time-to-time. They are amazing! Nice poem Carol! :)

Carol Louise Moon
Date: 5/13/2023 6:16:00 PM

Thank you, Linda.