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My roses are blooming, yes I can see
As I look through the window and shout out with glee.
The red ones, the yellow, the pink ones and white;
Oh, my! Do they make such a beautiful sight?
My rose bushes were all presents given with love.
And tendered and cared for with some help from above.
As I pick a small bud with aroma and dew,
I say maybe just one more bloom or maybe two.
Then I say I can’t stand it you see,
I must have a vase full of Roses for me.
For wherever my roses are, I surely see the love.
And though I picked some, I know from above
Tomorrow there will be more roses for me and my beau.
Because God is so generous with nature and love I just know.

© Copyright 1997 by Jean E. Gorney