A rosebud on the pavement lies <br /> untouched by careless passing feet. <br /> The flash of crimson drew my eyes <br /> as I walked down this dismal street. <br />A perfect rosebud still pristine <br />despite its sojourn on the ground. <br /> A flower fit to please a queen. <br /> I stood stock still and looked around. <br />There is no place that I can see, <br />from which the flower could have come. <br /> I stoop and pick it up swiftly <br /> a precious gift that I welcome. <br /> Not for myself but for my love <br /> an unexpected treasure trove. <br /> <br />8-Dec-07<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/manna-2/
