A rosebud A pale, pale pink Soft velvety petals Ready to bloom "Thou shalt NOT!!!" Yells Old-Man Winter "Please, let it!" Cries Summer "Let it blossom and grow To it's full potential" "It is done but not for long" Says Old-Man Winter to the pleading Summer The rosebud blooms into pretty pale pink But lives for but one day Trapped in ice Wilted life decayed For it had tried to live an hour more.
Lisa Shumate's Questions:
If I were to try and get this poem along with others that I have written, do you
think I have a chance?
Does it need a lot of work.