• Roses

    Roses smelling sweet In the valley of the Sun Blooming in the Spring. These are the roses Of the bright sunshine valley Shining in the wind. Roses, roses, rose In the sunshine of the sun Roses, rose, rose, rose. Now it is nighttime The roses are all sleeping In the nighttime air. My child sleep like them In the calm valley of them In the nighttime breeze. In the morning light You may pick the roses bright In the morning sun. Roses, Roses, rose In the light of the moonlight Roses, rose, rose, rose. Now my morning child Bring back yellow-red roses From the valley rose Roses, roses, rose In…

  • 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…