Poem written by Ingenia Gardens Swan View Resident, Robert Lee.
A beautiful red rose in my garden grew. And the morning fed her with silvery dew.
She opened all her flowers to the morning light. Later closing them; to the kisses of night.
Such a day; in my beautiful garden there. With the roses and the beautiful colours they wear.
They give me promise as they wear their full bloom. It’s a promise; that each morning they will re-loom.
There they’ll grow with beauty; in my garden fair. They will give me a memory; of just being there.
I can plant the memory in the garden of my mind. It will remind me of life; when the world was so kind.
A life I remember with love and care. I have found; a great joy of just being there.
Walking I found a life; that was good to live. With an arm full of love; that was mine to give.
For the rest of my life; I’ll remember the rose. And the beautiful morning garden; where she grows.
This rose of the morning; with her dew drops all anew. She gives us her beauty in colours; that are so true.
In the rose of the morning; I find a love to give. Then there, in all her beauty; I find it’s good to live.
The roses in their garden; give pleasures that are true. Especially when we find them; all touched with morning dew.
Our garden is a special place; where fine roses grow. There’s a beauty about them; that all around should know.
The pleasures that they give to life; will last forever more. I find all the pleasures that they have; just outside my door.