They called her sweet Lily, the lily of the rose
They say she’s my mother, that’s true I suppose
She was born in a rose bed in the center of town
The first thing she saw was yellow roses around
Kept me close by through thick and through thin
There’s no end to her story, there’s only begin
Shot down by a thief, died where she was born
Amongst the rose petals on a cold winters morn
O come all you cowboys and hear what I say
Help me put my momma in her kingdom to stay
Then we’ll drink whiskey and think on her there
The truth of a woman the Old West laid bare
The life of a maiden, a maiden so fair
Comes now the cowboys to Yellow Rose Square
Author notes
The women had to be strong in those days. A sonnet of the Old West.
Comments
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A very well written sonnet, it tells a story of the yellow rose and her beauty, her love, her life....I wish all the young ladies now were as strong as she was. You have created a amazing read....I enjoyed it.........so Write on honey........novy
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