Dance Around the Wild Rose-tree

wild rose-treeTo a forest where flowers grow,
bare feet strayed in the long ago.

One, two, three, one, two, three–
they danced around a wild rose-tree.

A small voice said, “Please close your eyes.”
Two tiny hands held a surprise.

Short-stemmed roses, petals fair
to accent her mama’s hair.

Her mama said, “Oh, thank you.
Take my hand and I’ll dance, too.”

One, two, three, one, two, three–
they danced around a wild rose-tree.

© Freeda Baker Nichols

4 comments on “Dance Around the Wild Rose-tree

  1. spunkonastick says:

    Sweet to bring them home to mother.

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  2. you paint lovely pictures with your words…

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    • Marilyn, good morning. Your comments are very much appreciated. While some of my “word pictures” may be blurred, I’m compelled to try my hand at poetry and prose. My readers are rare jewels and I’m grateful to each person who takes time to notice my “word pictures.”

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