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River Valley Rose (Free verse) by TLRufener
A long time ago,
When I was just a child;
I came across a path,
That was shaded from the light.
Only once that summer,
Did I follow that path;
Curiously,
Carefully,
Cautiously,
I followed that path.
Not a moment did I hesitate,
Beckoned by the rushing sound.
The path made a winding turn,
Then a near drop straight down to the riverbank;
I had to run to keep from falling.
As I reached the bottom,
Everything calmed my upbeat heart.
I saw a flower,
White as snow;
The petals gave off a magical glow
That seemed to brighten everything around them.
Carefully,
I bent down next to the bush;
I searched for a perfect blossom
Not this one,
Not that one.
Gently I pushed aside the leaves;
There was the perfect blossom,
Glowing brighter than any other.
I plucked it from the bush
And held it in my hand.
The petals were softer than velvet.
I was so very proud of my discovery,
I took the flower and ran back up the path;
Granny would be so proud.
It was much more difficult to run up than down.
I was out of breath,
Panting at the top;
Forgetting about catching my breath,
I skipped all the way back to my
Granny's house.
I bounded through the tall prairie grass,
Leaped up the stairs,
And burst through the door.
Running up,
Completely out of breath,
I showed Granny the flower.
She sat me down,
And told me what it was;
A special flower,
That only grows in summer;
Petals,
White as a dove,
Soft as a spring breeze.
Since she was a child,
They had always grown there.
Granny held the flower and cried,
"My dear, sweet River Valley Rose."
She stopped a moment,
Then continued on;
"The day your grandfather died,
My dear;
I replanted that rose bush.
He always loved those flowers.
His little angels,
That's what he called them.
Once he was gone,
It hurt to see them;
So I moved it down by the riverbank."
She paused and looked at a picture.
"Tomorrow,
I'll replant the bush;
Back to my garden to grow."
Just as she said,
She replanted that bush;
Now I take care of them,
As she no longer can.
My glorious little angels,
My beautiful, sweet River Valley Rose.
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