September Rose

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I thought what may happen to a pink rose on a September day.
Although it’s not near as exciting as a trip to Disney World to play.
And there’s not enough fun activities to write an exciting book,
This short poem will still give the pretty pink rose a quick look.

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September Rose

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Early in the cool morning, the dew is condensing on my pink petals,
The sparkling dew is refreshing as l soak up moisture as it settles,
The beads of silver dew drops tickle a little as they roll off of me.
It cleans and washes my petals making my pink shine brightly.

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The morning September sun is rolling over the eastern horizon.
Warming my petals down to my stem with the golden rays it spun.
I open my petals just a little to catch more sun as it climbs in the sky.
I’ll just lean over to get more sun as it feels so good I can’t deny.

 

 

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Look in the sky, It’s a brightly colored hummingbird hovering there,
He’s landed on the edge of my petals sucking honey with care,
I feel very happy that with the tiny bird my nectar I can share.
Watching him flutter around quickly with a lot of energy to spare.

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The sun is way up in the sky sending his rays to me to soak in,
I’ve got my petals fully opened now absorbing all that he can send.
I feel so very good this time of the day and I know I am growing.
If that old sun keeps rolling by, my bright pink color will keep glowing.

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There’s a small buzz in the air and I see a little fuzzy honey bee.
He visits other roses and brings that pollen to reproduce to me,
He keeps us alive and I just love to have his little feet on my petals,
I share nectar with him so he will bring pollen when on me he settles.

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In the evening when the sun goes down, I pull my petals on in.
It’s been a good day for me and I didn’t lose any petals in the wind.
My petals keep me warmer as the temperature drops ten degrees,
I worry about frost bite, but it’s really way to early for a freeze.

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Darkness falls and my petals close up tight for the long night.
I fall off to sleep content that my day had turned out to be just right,
I feel the sparkling dew again condensing and open up a little,
Getting ready to start a new day spreading all my pink petals.

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By Bill

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Thanks for reading September Rose,
Bill