Wild Rose,what a fragrant lady you are, all dressed so pretty in pink. Your stamens at me do blink and flutter as lashes in the wind. The sun kisses you good morning as you guard the pathway gate.
A born and raised Midwesterner who traveled to Oregon in 2006 via the Oregon Trail route, fell in love with Oregon and now call it home.
I am retired and pursuing my life long dream of becoming a Freelance Inspirational Writer.
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