A Toast to the Wild Rose
A Renaissance Faire
By Samantha ReedPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
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Here is to the Wild Rose
In the brush and bramble
Where friends call me by name
And are at ease to pass the handle
The only place where
Lighting bugs light the way
And peepers lull you to sleep
Even in the hot midday
Where the babbling brook
Can't stop telling stories
Of myths and legends
And of all the glories
Trees stand tall
Never revealing the truths
Of our tricks and trades
Of what happens behind the booths
Grass bending in the wind
Whispers of the good people within
Who are all friends and family
And can call us all kin
So here is to the Wild Rose
May she always be my one true home
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About the Creator
Samantha Reed
Samantha Reed is from northwest Pennsylvania where her love of writing comes from the many books she has read, things that happen in her life, and the beautiful country side around her. She is seeing someone and has no children.
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