I looked and looked for poetry.
That would do justice to the beauty of the roses in the ditches.
There was no words that I found to be adequate.
Roses think that they are hiding in the tall grass.
They disguise themselves in the wind as they shed their petals.
But their sweet scent always gives them away.
Blooms open in a flurry.
They fade in hours, or if it is cool, a day or two.
Their fleeting presence makes the roses all the more precious.
The Wild Prairie Rose is a true American beauty in GriggsDakota.