The Rose

The Rose*

by Emmanuel Otieno Obwanga


The wind blew ,

Trees that made it due,

Shackle shackle like spree,

The goose leapt with dew,

Cold and breezing,

Dancing with joy amazing,

The old man ,

Holding his gun,

Bold like gold,

Fought and wrote,

“My youth”

Strong and uncouth,

Still bright and clear,

Shine with beer,

That day stood to be told,

The Rose


For more of his poems read Poetry of it’s Time by Emmanuel Otieno Obwanga

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