Red Rose

• Sarah Krause, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2007

Wherever I travel, wherever I roam,
My red rose will still guard my home.
Red are the valleys, red are the plains,
I ride through these during flooding rains.
I'm tired and hungry away from my bed,
With nowhere to rest my poor tired head.
I look around at the new found land,
Hoping that someone will lend a hand.
I think of the red rose all tucked in for the night,
Not to open its petals till the morning light.
As the sun goes down,
I come to another lonely town.
I'm closer to home than I was before,
Though it will be a while before I come to my door.
But wherever I travel, wherever I roam,
My red rose will still guard my home.