"Some people are always grumbling
that roses have thorns,
I am thankful that thorns have roses"
I wish you could all breathe in the heady scent
of this exquisite old rose. . .
Many years ago we were asked to do a
House Clearance at a once grand property due to be demolished
to make way for a development of luxury homes.
The neglected garden had returned to wilderness
but outside the drawing room window, barely visible
through a blanket of ivy grew this solitary standard rose
on a gnarled stem the size of a sapling
with thorns as thick as coat hooks.
The last man left standing,
valiantly flowering as if there would be no tomorrow. . .
(well, would you have left it there?)