Where Roses Grow

As one who spends so much time tending to and caring for a number of roses each year, I have been captured by one such rose bush that showed so very well for the past couple of years. Such inspired my thoughts for todays poem.

My first intention was to write of one single rose or the last rose of summer. But soon that faded to what we have now, A garden created out of my imagination placed in the center of ones imagination , of which I hope the reader will find in their walk whilst reading. Thus still catch the scent of sweet roses that fill the air in the soft breeze.

Basically this poem is 100% a creation of my imagnation and inspired by some of my own roses as it were. I found this one a comfort to write as we move on from September and summer onto autumn and soon winter. I hoped that how I created this poem will help the reader to even for a few moments captured and discover this garden for themselves.

Thus while you get set to enjoy the scents and colour of the Roses as you read this poem,. Please enjoy:

_{((Some photography like the one above have been taken from outside sources and thus copyrite belongs to those who hold such beauty))}

Where Roses Grow



In a garden out of sight all was bright,
Roses grew in plenty where all felt right.
Scented coloured blooms filled both sight and smell,
No wishing well is needed to feel swell.


Beside a stone arch and iron gate sown,
Safe from where strong winds had blown, few have known.
Hidden by walls that protect no great halls,
Here no one calls to fallen gods or falls.


Footpaths of gravel in neat lines lay clear,
Nothing to fear just birds we hear each year.
Safe from predators they gather there safe,
A refuge and place of peace, there to save.


Growing in rows stand roses of all kinds,
Colours and fragrance they filled the minds.
Summer had filled the garden with beauty,
For someone’s duty, tend such, fruity.


As autumn falls beyond these walls they fade,
Roses swayed in the breeze as their time paid.
Times toll to fade to grey except one Rose,
Someone tends each rose, still one stands and shows.



 _{© Pat Fitzgerald 2023}

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