Knock Out Roses Get Knocked Out

'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone
All her lovely companions are faded and gone
No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes and give sigh for sigh
Thomas Moore 1805

[Kerri]

Beautiful b&w

[Rick Schies]

Poor thing is all but gone now

[Terry]

What a trooper this little guy was