Caitlyn, Year 10Montrose Bay High School

Four RosesShackle.Binding me like you banded those before,And there were many.Five roses stemmed from a single loathsome thorn.

Four roses scorned.All but one left unadornedWhat remained?A feud,A fray,A falling out.Tasting spite,Like acid aflame.Hate must wane!Generations of bloom;A beginning,An ending,A resolution.When the shackle changes hands,You are forgiven.Four roses scorned.