The Rose
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Melissa Harrison, Grade 7, Chidlow Primary School
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Poetry
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2000
2nd in the 'Watch Out! 2000' competition
When the sun drowns the Earth in a blanket of warmth,
In response the rose lifts her head,
Oh, so shy, she kisses the sky,
Beauty blushing a deep, rosy red.
A heavenly fragrance is carried out
On the breath of the whispering wind.
Passers-by are under a spell
And are beckoned over to breathe it in.
All of her hand-crafted petals
Are a rich, deep blood red.
A silky, soft velvet to touch,
Each a sparkling jewel to the crown on her ruffled royal head.
Beware unwary, thieving hands,
In peace she can repose,
For on her stem are treacherous thorns,
Protecting the beauty of the rose.