The Little Rose Treeby Rachel Field Every rose on the little treeIs making a different face at me!Some look surprised when I pass by,And others droop—but they are shy. These two whose heads together pressTell secrets could never guess.Some have their heaads thrown back to sing,And all the buds are listening.I wonder if the gardener … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Rachel Field
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