Rosemary
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Juan Olivarez
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Rosemary growing wild I see,
Fragrant stems of bluish green.
Little blue flowers for honeybees,
Smelling crisp, and fresh, and clean.
You sheltered our lady,
When from Egypt she fled,
And for her baby,
She felt a terrible dread.
The blue of your flowers,
And the blue of her cloak.
Hid her from the powers,
That the child's life would choke.
Rosemary stay with us,
Our debt to you, we can see.
That you cared for her thus,
So shall we care for thee.
7/18/10 Alton Texas
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