addy
12-19-2012, 03:12 PM
Memory is the power to gather roses in the winter………………….
annonymous
I stood in the middle of St James Park that Christmas Day so long ago. Buckingham Palace loomed stately, red double decker buses lumbered down streets; London’s exciting bustle zipped past me with exciting distractions and historic destinations. There in the park, past the pond teaming with ducks and swans, a lone pink rose bloomed and it was this rose that caught my eye. One lone pink rose, delicate and beautiful in all its glory bloomed in St James Park that cold December day and the majesty of London could not compete. With eyes closed, I can still see that special rose and the memory warms my heart.
My Christmas wish for all of you is for the power to gather roses in the winter.
Addy
annonymous
I stood in the middle of St James Park that Christmas Day so long ago. Buckingham Palace loomed stately, red double decker buses lumbered down streets; London’s exciting bustle zipped past me with exciting distractions and historic destinations. There in the park, past the pond teaming with ducks and swans, a lone pink rose bloomed and it was this rose that caught my eye. One lone pink rose, delicate and beautiful in all its glory bloomed in St James Park that cold December day and the majesty of London could not compete. With eyes closed, I can still see that special rose and the memory warms my heart.
My Christmas wish for all of you is for the power to gather roses in the winter.
Addy