A Canadian Rose

For Victoria Clarke
Where ever you are

Where ever you live
there is always a rose
that will steal your heart away.
When I grew up in Canada
there was a rose there.
I remember to this day
and her name was Victoria.
However, I was never the apple of her eye.
She didn’t really want to know me.
I wasn’t all that popular, so why should she.
Years have come and gone
and I often wonder whatever happened
to that Canadian rose.
I suspect I will never know,
but I hope she’s had a happy life
the way lives should be.

2 June 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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