William G. Lyon, A Rose</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=8.htm>William G. Lyon</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>A Rose</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>There was a Rose, that bloomed there in our Yard,<br>And to find anything prittier would be hard.<br>With it's Petals soft and so pretty and Red,<br>It bloomed there so bright in my Flower bed.<br>It's smell was Unique, for the Fragrance it had,<br>Yes, the Bush was given to Mother by my Dad.<br>Where he planted it right in the corner of the Garden,<br>Then watched over it daily, just like a Warden.<br>For in it's corner, it was just like it was in Jail,<br>I pray now that it's Fragrance shall not fail.<br>So just give it time, for the Petals to open up,<br>It shall be much Prettier than a lowly Buttercup.</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk2.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk2.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>