ENGLAND had its Wars of the Roses. Here are two pacific thoughts on wild roses - red and white - from Robert Burns and Hugh MacDiarmid respectively.

THE ROSEBUD

A rosebud by my early walk,

Adown a corn-enclosed bawk,

Sae gently bent its thorny stalk

All on a dewy morning. -

Ere twice the shades o’ dawn are fled,

In a’ its crimson glory spread,

And drooping rich the dewy head,

It scents the early morning. –

bawk=strip of unploughed land

THE LITTLE WHITE ROSE

The rose of all the world is not for me.

I want for my part

Only the little white rose of Scotland

That smells sharp and sweet – and breaks the heart.