The Wild Rose


A poem
by Marina Eileen Horsman
(Dedicated to Lindsey)
June 2016

Like the Wild Rose
she waits for someone to see her beauty
to drink in her intoxicating scent
to dispel the ghosts that haunt them and protect then from harm
she waits with vitality in her veins
courage in her spirit
and the strength of a thousand warriors
she grows in harsh conditions only to be admired by those who cannot cultivate her
for she is free from the white mans ways
she sees what no one else can
she hears the cry of the orca and the sound of the waves in the seashells
she watches over the gifts of the spirits
and when someone finally stops to admire her strength, beauty and healing power, she must not be tamed for she is a survivor,
the Wild Rose

~ by Chris Hibbard on June 2, 2016.

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