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November 2011

My Darling’s Fallen Rose

The Northern Wind comes riding down as a breeze,
O’er the hills and the stormy seas.
Past feathery clouds and mountain tops it blows,
To the field of the fallen rose.

Here you see endless miles of blue summer sky,
Here the grass sways like a lullaby.
It is here where my love and I came to be,
Right under the big, old willow tree.

We would sit here and talk for hours on end,
And go exploring around the bend.
But here was the only place we could have fun,
For at home our love was being shunned.

So at twilight it was here we came to meet,
Creeping slowly and being discreet.
To our willow tree to be together,
We wished that it would last forever.

One day I waited for my love with a rose,
But my precious darling never showed.
So there I sat, determined, all the night long,
Until I awoke to the new dawn.

Weary-eyed and worn I started heading home,
And with the rose I felt quite alone.
At long last when it was my house that I reached,
My mother came out to me and screeched.

My dove’s father stabbed her in the dead of night,
But refused to have her in his sight.
She ran to my house in her time of despair,
Only to find that I was not there.

But mother took her in and tended to her,
While her blood continued to spur.
Now I was home so mother came out and said,
How my love laid upstairs, ill in bed.

I ran to where my darling lay ill and weak,
At my sight a tear ran down her cheek.
I told her I loved her and kissed her with care,
‘Til her eyes grew to a lifeless stare.

I gently pulled the covers over her face,
And with the rose I did race.
To our place under the old willow tree,
Here where my love and I used to be.

I tenderly placed the rose upon the ground,
Where it lay peacefully, safe and sound.
It lay there through autumns and winter’s cold frost,
And through it all, no petals were lost.

So when the Northern Wind rides down as a breeze,
Through the leaves of the old willow tree.
Down upon the ground where it tenderly blows,
Is where my lies my darling’s fallen rose.

(c) 2011 Kira
West Point Middle School
West Point, NY
Grade 8

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