I am but a rose who will bloom again <br />but at this moment, there is so much pain. <br />My leaves have turned brown and my <br />petals gone.I am going to be like this until the <br />birds come back on song.I bloomed in the sun <br />and I was the fairest of all; but now all what's left <br />is my stem on the wall.Soon I will be pruned and left <br />to the cold but then I will be another year old. <br />As winter comes to an end, I am almost at my <br />tether.Battered about by our English weather. <br />A late frost comes in, just as my buds start to form, <br />and all my new leaves start to deform. <br />One day I could wither and all my pain will leave <br />but I am a rose and I will not deceive. <br />I must admit I've had a troubled past but the strength <br />of this rose will just last and last. <br />I am'The Rose of England'and very proud to be <br />climbing up the wall and round an Oak tree. <br />You will see me in full bloom around about June, <br />but then it's all over which is far too soon.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-but-a-rose/
