The Rose*
by Emmanuel Otieno Obwanga
The wind blew ,
Trees that made it due,
Shackle shackle like spree,
The goose leapt with dew,
Cold and breezing,
Dancing with joy amazing,
The old man ,
Holding his gun,
Bold like gold,
Fought and wrote,
“My youth”
Strong and uncouth,
Still bright and clear,
Shine with beer,
That day stood to be told,
The Rose
For more of his poems read Poetry of it’s Time by Emmanuel Otieno Obwanga
3 thoughts on “The Rose”
Thanks alot for the opportunity to grow .
Great work and thanks for the opportunity.
Good job