Bright and beautiful the day A shining sun aloft The green grass moved with every gust The dew formed from the frost A rose of red stood proud and strong It watched the fields below Atop a hill the rose abode It watched the world flow. A strange sight just a mile away Another brightContinue reading “The Rose on a Hill”
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Jacob Gittins 