Poem

Peace

There is rose - we call it 'Peace'
Its beauty pleads that wars shall cease.
A legend grew with each new leaf,
As we prayed for 'Peace' for war is grief.
The rose went round and about the world,
As each new petal was unfurled;
And as it travelled all about,
Within those countries filled with doubt,
How do we know, perhaps this rose
Sent out a message to our foes?
And I should think the message read,
Please think of our beloved dead,
I know I am but one small rose,
But what man reaps is what he sows;
And if you sow a bitter seed,
Perhaps a gun is what you need;
But if you plant a seed of love,
For all mankind, and God above,
Then here I seek 'Peace' and friendship true
And I should love to be a part
Of both your garden and your heart,
If you should look then you will find,
Though but a rose,
I`m like mankind;
First plant the seed - a kindly word;
Try to be sure that all have heard,
Then fertilize and feed the thought,
And reap the friendship that you sought,
Nourish it and work each day,
Striving for a better way,
Search the garden of your heart,
Let 'Peace' fill all - not just a part,
And as the years go drifting by,
Help the legend live instead of die.
Plant the rose of `Peace` and watch it there
As you treat the world with loving care.
...............by Carolyn Cunningham