A ROSE
There is a rose
that grows
in my garden
That speaks of
love and peace
once more
There is a matt
that lies at
my door
that welcomes
all without-
within
Love will grow
if cultivated
between neighbor
and a friend
If weeds of sin
not allowed
within
How neet is is
to be loved
again
By and enemy
who
is now a friend
'lil flower
Love tinka
God Bless,
Lew