The Tawny Rose

Amongst all the roses of the dawn,

There is only one rose of tawn.

A rose clocked in a robe of gold,

Here is love for all men to behold.

Awaiting deep within a forest glen,

Grows the rose of beauty without end.

Whispering across the morning air so clear,

Her fragrant scent draws all men near.

In her golden beauty they can see,

All the things that they shall ever need.

Marc W. George

September 9^th, 1994