Winter Rose

Winter Rose long poem

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Here comes the snow again
some people love it, I hate it
I’m more of a Summer kinda guy
it’s much too depressing to me
being coped up inside looking
out my frost covered windows
and seeing no sun up in the sky
as the days go by…
But something beautiful touched me
today, deep, deep down in my soul
you called me and said get ready
were gonna take a ride in my jeep
up to lookout mountain, you need to
get out of the house and I’ll keep you
warm if you get cold…
We went walking through the woods
playing in the snow but right before
we turned to go I caught something
interesting out of the corner of my eye…
It was a red rose buried deep in the
snow and as if by some kind of magic
spell it was still alive, it was at that
moment I realized, if such a fragile and
beautiful thing can survive the dead
of Winter…well so can I, so can I…
it’s now I know it’s the little things
that make you happy and glad to
be alive!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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