Red rose

My fifth grade teacher introduced us to haikus, and I’ve been hooked ever since. Being ten at the time, I thought it was fascinating, and went a little crazy with it. Yes, I know a haiku is only three lines, but I don’t always like to follow the rules. So, this week’s and next week’s poems are what I like to call haiku-style.

Red Rose, oh, Red Rose
How may I be of service
Red Rose, oh, Red Rose.

Thy petals are bright
Your petals are small and big
Oh, my sweet Red Rose.

Your sunshine fills me
With happiness and gladness
Oh, dearest Red Rose.

Red Rose, oh, Red Rose
How may I be of service
Red Rose, oh, Red Rose.

The soft morning dew
Lies on your gentle petals
Oh, Red Rose, my dear.

Your garden is filled
With bright and sunny flowers
My lovely Red Rose.

Red Rose, oh, Red Rose
How may I be of service
Red Rose, oh, Red Rose.

Your tall and sleek stem
Holds your gentle petals high
My sweetest Red Rose.

Your thorns are all sharp
They keep you safe from all
My gentle Red Rose.

Red Rose, oh Red Rose
How may I be of service
Red Rose, oh, Red Rose.



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