A RUINED RED ROSE

A poem written on sea beach.

"A RUINED RED ROSE"

A rose, a ruined red rose I saw

On the salted sand by the sea,

It was lonely and calm,

It was dry and little breathed;

I heard its cry

When I walked by it.

There I saw scattered foot-prints,

But not a single eye at it;

I also neglected

And began to walk,

But acute were its whispers

To feel in heart,

So, I stooped there

And took the red rose up

In my hand;

 And I felt blessed

As the red rose was then safe.

..............Aug15/18totons@