A poem I wrote a while ago for my children.
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PRINCESS ROSE BUD. |
A bed of roses, elevating towards the suns golden glow
gentle breeze whispers, stirring them briefly to and fro
"Crimson Beauty" is all that her name says her to be
she is the pride and joy of myself and my family.
I sit gazing and admiring the deepness of the red
in disbelief, I rub my eyes, It can't be!, I shake my head!
holding my breath momentarily, I quickly move away
watching in amazement, as a fairy comes out to play.
A tiara rests on ebony tresses, which tumble to her dainty frame
smiling shyly she says, "Hello, Rose Bud" is my name.
Her golden tipped wings are moving gently in the breeze
holding her hand out, she gave my finger a squeeze.
Embellished crimson petals, trimmed with golden nectar she wore
she explained that she had crept out to play and to explore!
the Princess's transparent dewdrop shoes glistened in the sun
while friendly bees flew all around her singing in a hum.
Unexpectedly something happened, Rose Bud, she began to whine
her dewdrop shoes had stuck to a petal and had lost their shine.
The beautiful crimson and golden nectar petals of her dress
were now covered in a runny, golden, gooey, sticky mess!!
A clumsy bee flew past and had dropped his pail of honey
I didn't laugh at Rose Bud as I didn't think it was funny
sparrows flew to a bird bath, fetching water for the Princess
shaking their wings, showering her, they came to her distress.
The honey had washed away, but now she soaking wet
surely she would catch a cold!! and again became upset
a caterpillar, called a butterfly, drying Rose Bud with his wings
the Princess is now so happy, she takes a breath and sings!
So beautiful her voice, I listen to her softly and slowly fall asleep
thinking of Princess Rose Bud and how she had began to weep.
Waking up from my slumber, I wonder if it all was a dream
staring at "Crimson Beauty", just so, so it would seem
then as I stretch my arms I feel something in my hand
inside is the tiniest Tiara. So I guess there is a Fairy Land!