Lady Banks Rose:

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
The Lady Banks is yellow,
With a slight sent, too.

Climbing up the chain link fence,
Students walk by without a thought,
Growing by the O's,
It brings a glimmer to the lot.

The Lady Banks is big and bold,
Only one bloom a season of mosaic gold,
The stems are bare, no thorns in sight,
No worries of that painful fright.

Mediterranean or tropical, doesn't matter to me,
The rose was found near the Chinese sea,
Brought to England via a Trading Company,
The Lady Banks was named after the head of Botany.

Twenty feet across and just as tall,
The Lady Banks covers every inch of that wall,
The oldest rose was planted in 1855,
Over a hundred years old and 70 feet wide.

Double yellow flowers that increase with each pruning,
Their beauty causes an inflation of swooning,
Early Spring the blooms arrive,
Making a home for the beehive.

It can live in 100 degree weather,
The branches huddled together,
Drought tolerante with adequate water
The rose is cuter than an otter.

The Lady Banks is the coolest plant at DHS,
She is a queen among mere roses,
Dressed to impress,
She puts forward all the best poses.




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