Beautiful red roses
climbing,climbing a tree
each year they grow
there's more roses to see
Ancestral red roses
passed down through time
from my gardening grandma
into the hands of mine
Very special red roses
from a large array
she planted a rose garden
along her life's way
Crowning red roses
that sparkle with the dew
part of her legacy
from a rose gardener's hue
Old time red roses
blooming there for me
I wish my grandma
could be here to see
Susie Swanson
This is a repost from February,2011
Some may remember it , but the new followers haven't read it.
It's one of my favorites. Hope you enjoy. Blessings, Susie
I love the idea of planting a garden along life's way. What a nice way to line our journey, with flowers, or whatever goodness we might choose to harvest along our way.
ReplyDeleteIt sure is Joanne, and my grandma did that. I have some of her roses climbing a tree in my back yard and I can walk up the road by my house and find plenty she planted along the roadside. She passed away in 1960 and these are very old roses. Thank you so much for the comments and visit...Susie
ReplyDeleteSo nice that you have the rose from your grandmother. It seems the old roses do better than the hybrids. Deer keep most of my roses nibbled off; I only have one pretty bush. Everything here is suffering from the drought and heat.
ReplyDeleteYes the old roses last longer,it seems. I'm sorry about the deer, they can be a pest sometimes. I'll be praying you get rain soon, we're having quite a bit now. Thanks for stopping by..Susie
ReplyDeleteI love roses and I loved your poem, I used to write under the name of "Englishrose".
ReplyDeleteHave a peaceful Sunday,
Yvonne.
I love this one, Susie! I love that you have flowers passed on to you from your Grandma too. What a wonderful way to keep her with you. :)
ReplyDeleteEven I had missed it but glad that you reposted it. Lovely, so balmy, and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you describe nature with your feelings mingled with every word.
Of course you miss your grandmother, but you gave a great tribute.
Thanks!
Thank you Yvonee,I love roses too. Glad you enjoyed it. @Daisy I feel that too, I have so many beautiful memories of her, I treasured them all..@ Monika, thank you and I'm so glad to have you for a friend. I cherish my blogger friends and feel like I've always known you. I love, love your writing it is so magical..Susie
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Love this line Susie ♥ ♥ ♥
Roses are my favorite....Heartfelt poem.
Thank you Helena, mine too..Susie
ReplyDeleteHi Susie, I am visiting with you via Daisy's blog. I love this poem and photo. I have fond memories of my grandma's roses too. How wonderful that you have these to keep her close in your thoughts.
ReplyDeleteAwww, thank you so much Mildred. I'm glad you can relate to them also. It's so nice of you to stop by and leave comments... Thanks again, Susie
ReplyDeleteThose old roses are so special; their scent is heavenly. Hybrid roses are pretty to look at but they have no scent.
ReplyDeleteOh, Susie, what a beautiful write ... & wonderful memories. I, too, have roses that bring back memories of those now looking down.
ReplyDeleteMy fav is a Cecil Brunner that I adore.
Have a great holiday weekend ~
TTFN ~
Marydon
Thank you Mama-Bug, You can smell them better and the fragrance is heavenly when it drifts in the wind. Thanks for stopping by.
ReplyDeleteThank you Marydon, isn't it amazing that we still have a part of them in a beautiful rose..Thanks , Susie
My grandma had a very large red rose bush outside her back door. I loved it. I never have any luck with roses, though.
ReplyDeleteThank you Janet, it seems the older people could have more luck with things .Susie
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem Susie! It reminded me of my mother. She had a beautiful red rose bush she planted that climbed up the house and the fence. She called them "ragged roses". But they bloomed and bloomed with flowers. Perhaps it was the climbing that made them so strong and beautiful! Delisa :)
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