to a Page of Roses Poems A little history about the War of the Roses. Two English families fought in the late 15th century to rule the country. The emblem for the House of Lancaster was a red rose and the House of York's was a white rose. The red rose won. ~ Stop To Smell The Roses Slow Dance By David L. Weatherford Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask "How are you?" Do you hear the reply? When the day is done Do you lie in your bed, With the next hundred chores Running through your head? You'd better slow down Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow? And in your haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die Cause you never had time, to call and say "Hi"? You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. When you run so fast to get somewhere You miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day, It is like an unopened gift.... Thrown away. Life is not a race. Do take it slower Hear the music Before the song is over. ~ Untitled I've dreamed many dreams That never came true. I've seen them vanish at dawn But I've realized enough of my dreams Thank God, to make me want to dream on. I've prayed many prayers When no answers came. Though I waited patient and long But answers came to enough of my prayers To make me keep praying on I've trusted many a friend that failed And left me to weep alone But I found enough of my friends true blue To make me keep trusting on. I've sown many seeds that fell by the way For the birds to feed upon But I have held enough golden sheaves in my hands To make me keep sowing on. I've drained the cup of disappointment and pain And gone many days without song But I've sipped enough nectar from the roses of life To make me want to live on. author unknown ~ Roses in the Yard Jonathan W. Messenger She worked so hard at being pretty but the wind bit her so hard Tearing at her like the roses that she'd planted in the yard. Lord, she bent her back to livin' every day she worked so hard Tendin' chores, and calves and children and those roses in the yard. Dust and fever took their measure of the gifts she brought to life, One baby died a'bornin' to my faithful, lovin' wife. Sixty years she was my partner through the hard times cold and damp Making castles out of line shacks as we'd drift from camp to camp. I recall her face each mornin' and the way she worked so hard As I kneel to smell the roses that she planted in the yard. And I know she's buildin' castles in the line camps up above Waitin' patient for her cowboy with her tough and gentle love. She worked so hard at bein' pretty and when my time comes to ride Cross the rainbow of creation back to my gentle bride. She's where the wind will treat her tender with the Good Lord's kind regard She's out in that endless mornin' plantin' roses in the yard. ~ The Wall of Roses That Will Last a Lifetime A long marriage is like a well seasoned, mossy wall, covered with fragrant roses. Its foundation starts out solid, and is continually built upon with stones although imperfect but supportive of each other. When a crack or broken stone appears, it is quickly repaired by two sets of caring hands, adorned with rings of gold. The many hued roses although having thorns, will keep blooming when protected, nourished, drinking from heavenly rain or gently gazing at the sun. When the two pairs of loving hands care for this wall and roses, there will be scratches, scrapes, cuts or the throbbing barb of a thorn. When either pair of hands cares for the other which may be cut or hurting, both pairs of hands will joyously maintain The Wall of Roses that will last a lifetime... MARRIAGE. -Poem by Karen Grove ~ On Every Rose Joseph Mary Plunkett I see His blood upon the rose And in the stars the glory of His eyes, His body gleams amid eternal snows His tears fall from the skies. I see His face in every flower; The thunder and the singing of the birds Are but His voice~and carven by His power Rocks are His written words. All pathways by His feet are worn, His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea, His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn His cross is every tree The Meaning of Roses Digital Roses Be sure to see the larger pictures, gorgeous! Walking in the Garden Everything Roses ~