Roses of Home

Walk with me through the wild wind
down the path, overgrown
to the secret garden with my heartbeat
to smell the roses of home.

Sing with me of Old England
in the shadow of our home
of green vales
of pale wedding veils
as we smell the roses of home.

Dance with me as the sun sets
pleasure slides down our throats
we laugh as we roll on the grass
sniffing the roses of our home.

Rest with me before we return there
flick through the album of seeds sown
in the garden at the end of life’s path
we will bask in the roses of our home.

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