Roses Grow on Trees

All the thorns are sharp

in the rose gardens

of lost memory

I can remember

the prick and the scratch

and smell i could catch

The birds hiding there

with feathers like hair

were everywhere

The smell of the rose

had tickled my nose

and that’s why it blows

Roses grow on trees

serving birds and bees

but they make me sneeze

Walt Abbott–12-22-2009