The Rose of Chyann

The Rose of Chyann

A Poem by Gerry Legister

The gift of flowers is the best gift you can give to someone you love


The Rose of Chyann is a beautiful rose

That grows in the wilderness beneath the trees,

Its memories floats high over all our country roads,

Fluttering its leaves, dancing elegantly in the breeze.


Sweeping along in the cool thoughtful margin of the day

Thousands of people will see her at a tender glance,

Her colours tinkle in the inward eye along the way,

And make a theatre to bring our heart great romance.


Other flowers try to outwit her sparkling waves

They stand to gaze but look bewildered and amazed.

In the vacant glazed that flash across the eyes,

A continuous line of stars the ambiance embraced.


That wealth of beauty which grows along the grassy verge

And fragrance spread her breath under green boughs,

That seemed as if they laugh with the wind that surge

Looking so gay, floating in the distant on parade meadows.


The host of roses stretch along in rows of endless lines

Vases arranged in bouquet of beautiful flowers to impart,

Refined art, remain the sacred chimes, for special times 

Every rose has a meaning opening windows to your heart.


We stop by to watch pools of bright colours fill up the garden,

Between the snowy day and every bleak and darken evening, 

Dowry flakes harness the promises nature had taken,

Makes the unprintable portrait of something more lasting.


Unbowed in death, beyond the place of wreath and tears,

Looms the Rose of Chyann sprawled in comforting shade,

And yet find illusive fate a master of the menacing years,

In matters of faith roses clutch every circumstance unafraid. 


Unknown thrills of deepening bliss dip into the sun- wings rays,

And trade the trodden age unglazed with her soft breeze

Passing through stages where the former stagnant air stays,

Having a better robe for fragrance to wear in the path of ease.


The Rose of Chyann enchant my heart with pleasure fills

Abundant moods of inward solitude and matrimonial bliss,

In such a sprightly company there life mystery wishfully dwells

And stay immaculately nostalgic in the mind of happiness.  

© 2018 Gerry Legister

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Added on February 23, 2018
Last Updated on February 23, 2018
Tags: flowers, roses, gift, love, romance, nostalgia, enchantment, matrimonial, heart, thoughts


Gerry Legister
Gerry Legister

Sheffield , Silver Spring , Jamaica

Gerry is a gifted poet, who defines the difficulties of life with the simplicity of living by faith, his inspirational writing and artistic rendering has inspired many to find deeper faith in their be.. more..