Near my fair house, in a country town,
One morning with a clear blue sky.
Dressed in green, came a nice girl sheen,
And smiled at me as she was passing by.
She looked so sweet,
From her two bare feet,
To the beauty of her shining hair.
It made me wonder surely,
If I was really there.
What a curse to despair was what I thought,
A cure was just what I sought.
I couldn't hold back, though wish I could,
Until I close my eyes for good.
The carnival fair, she'll be there,
And I'll dress in my best day clothes.
I'll have my shoe shone bright,
And my hat cocked right.
All for the rose of the country town.
A young maiden she,
From the waterfront quay,
Was the girl of the golden crown.
Hey ho, people! "The Rose" was from an idea I got from Irish folk and country music. It was one of most pleasurable ones to write too. So hope you like this one. And of course, if you liked it... press that star, comment your thoughts, and tell your friends about the page. Thank you very much, folks! - MS
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Firefly
PoetryOne of the few things I've really enjoyed looking up to were fireflies. To me, they are a symbol of hope piercing a shroud of darkness... or a spark of creativity lying in the most unknown of places to be unveiled. That's where I got "Firefly" from...
