The white rose withered away
As thousands toiled in the fields
To make the soils fertile.
And the next year, when the roses grew,
They were red, red and bearing thorns –
Perfect English roses.
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On Patriotism
PoetryA collection of poems questioning ideas of loyalty and nationality on our rainy little island that once ruled the world.
The English Rose
The white rose withered away
As thousands toiled in the fields
To make the soils fertile.
And the next year, when the roses grew,
They were red, red and bearing thorns –
Perfect English roses.
