Old Yellow Rose Softly her petals descend to Mother Earth As a tear gently rolls down her sunlit cheek. Dew kissed soil spreads for glorious birth As beneath the ground a sprout begins to peek. A blustering breeze confidently grabs hold Lifting her body and soul to higher ground. Budding beauty below begins to unfold For this old rose a resting place has been found. Replaced by a blossom, but not discarded Placed eternally on a friendship page. Flowering twig shall by an angel be guarded This old yellow rose, a mothering sage. © 2001 Ruth Norman Old Yellow Rose Poem Dedicated To When the time came to change logos... Well, I just couldn't delete that Old Yellow Rose! The poem above is my tribute to her, Angel A Bit O' Sunshine will watch over The Old Yellow Rose And she can watch over the new li'l blossom. GUESTBOOK A Bit O' My Poetry   abitosunshine "Crying Rose" Background Provided By HELENA "Crying" Midi Provided By Lady Diamond's Midi Filer