One Half-Dozen Red Roses

Red Lifeguard Station
Roses are red
With all we’ve been through
Those many long decades
Are roses on you

Roses grew red
Violets turned blue
Fresh dreams with springtime
Still blossom from you

Roses are red
Ocean’s green hue
Shines with those seagulls
Who wander by you

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Winter has happened
And snow’s falling too

Roses are red
Cards slip like new
That ace up my sleeve
Turned into a two

Roses are red
Violets are blue
The last of my roses
I'm giving to you

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A poem , Walking, with an accompanying photograph of mine were published yesterday in Ancient Paths Literary Magazine. I am grateful to the editor Skylar Hamilton Burris for accepting it.

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

40 thoughts on “One Half-Dozen Red Roses”

  1. Many congratulations on the publication of your poem and photograph, Frank! I like the way you have played with the old rhyme in this poem and turned it into a gentle, more personal love poem. I love the final stanza.

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