My Little, Wild,  White Rose
she be peek through that cedar fence my little wild white rise where black- berry vine be growinga-her pasture to enclose all about be fern and heather on a breezy sunlit moor a-there in a fragrant alcove-a shelter for songbird galore i faintly heed the lilac and blossom on the tree a-for my eye be on the rosebud gaze back at me for in springtime gardena-there be bud of promise too a-just beyond our reach to gathera-but not beyond our view and like that little temptress with a heart i understanda-i like to capture and hold spellbound thata-what's out of reach of human hand at last i take the time to savora-and ponder at the spota-why it isa-things seem so much sweetera-when we possess them not a hard lesson this little wild rise have teach arabiab mare