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The sign in my yard
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The sign in my yard

by Dave HoekstraNovember 2, 2020

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When a rose blooms in November, you see the hearts of everyone.
Doors open and walls fall, with the gift of a rose in your outstretched hand.
When a rose blooms in November, its petals will soon fall into a bed of empathy
Skies turn soft blue and the angry orange will slide into the horizon.

When a rose blooms in November, people smile at tomorrow.
The dark winter is sure to be followed by bright possibilities. Birds come to you.
When a rose blooms in November, shouting turns into sharing
Thorns, weeds, and dirty deeds will not be considered.

Maybe your father planted roses as did mine.
My father was gentle, humble, and full of humor. He also liked dogs.
When a rose blooms in November, you may think of someone of a similar purpose.
This is why I plant roses. Roses grow with respect and love.

They blossom at the most necessary moment.

About The Author
Dave Hoekstra
Dave Hoekstra is a Chicago author-documentarian. He was a columnist-critic at the Chicago Sun-Times from 1985 through 2014, where he won a 2013 Studs Terkel Community Media Award. He has written books about heartland supper clubs, minor league baseball, soul food and the civil rights movement and driving his camper van across America.

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