Poem by Jack Harkness

A rose smiled at me from the hedge,

My heart responded happily.

And something nudged me from life's edge

As who was a rose, and who was me?

Between ourselves there's little but

A subtle change of chemistry.

Driftwood on beach

A lie may take care of the present, but has no future.

Over the garden walls roses rambled in profusion, it being almost possible to touch their huge trusses as one passed along the road. Town and countryside were ablaze with beauty which outshone the almost feeble attempt to gain recognition by other flowers. It was the rose all the way, and the sun shone on their beauty and their fragrance pervaded the

atmosphere, fanned by the gentle warm breeze.

Roy Genders