I dug up a rose (SATB & Piano) or (Elementary, Middle, & High School Choirs, Piano, & Optional Handbells)
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Choral | SATB & Piano *or* Elementary, Middle, & High School Choirs, Piano, & Optional Handbells | 3 1/2'
Please note: 10 copy minimum. Please purchase one copy per member of your choir.
Voicings:
- SATB Choir & Piano
- Elementary, Middle, & High School Choirs & Piano with Optional Handbells
Product Description:
PDF score of I dug up a rose for SATB Choir and Piano *or* Combined Elementary, Middle, and High School Choirs, Piano, and Optional Handbells by Lisa Neher and Caitlin Vincent.
Please note: 10 copy minimum. Please purchase one copy per member of your choir.
Please note: 10 copy minimum. Please purchase one copy per member of your choir.
Program Note:
In Caitlin Vincent’s poem, Digging up a rose, an old rose plant is pulled up, tossed aside, and left to wither while the speaker plants something new in its place. But the rose blooms anyway. It has more worth, and more grit, than anyone gave it credit.
We can all relate to a time when we felt undervalued by those around us, when we doubted ourselves, when life threw challenges at us and support felt far away. Yet we possess great power to persevere in the face of obstacles. Like the rose, we are inherently valuable, exactly as we are, right now.
I dug up a rose was commissioned by and is dedicated to Porter-Gaud School Choirs, led by Dr. Amanda Castellano, in honor of the school’s 50 Years of Women anniversary celebration. This yearlong celebration recognizes the contributions of women to Porter-Gaud and the voices of women in our community.
The message of this piece is universal, but speaks in a particular way to the obstacles that women and other historically marginalized groups have overcome and continue to face. In my own field of music composition, for example, women have long been discouraged from writing music, and our work has often been erased. But we know our worth. We bloom anyway. We sing out. We change the world.
We can all relate to a time when we felt undervalued by those around us, when we doubted ourselves, when life threw challenges at us and support felt far away. Yet we possess great power to persevere in the face of obstacles. Like the rose, we are inherently valuable, exactly as we are, right now.
I dug up a rose was commissioned by and is dedicated to Porter-Gaud School Choirs, led by Dr. Amanda Castellano, in honor of the school’s 50 Years of Women anniversary celebration. This yearlong celebration recognizes the contributions of women to Porter-Gaud and the voices of women in our community.
The message of this piece is universal, but speaks in a particular way to the obstacles that women and other historically marginalized groups have overcome and continue to face. In my own field of music composition, for example, women have long been discouraged from writing music, and our work has often been erased. But we know our worth. We bloom anyway. We sing out. We change the world.
Instrumentation:
Voicings:
- SATB Choir & Piano
- Elementary, Middle, and High School Choirs & Piano with Optional Handbells
Difficulty Level:
Easy
Recording:
Elementary, Middle, and High School Choirs, Piano, and Handbells Version:
SATB & Piano Version (MIDI Realization):
Score:
Text:
Digging up a rose
by Caitlin Vincent
I dug up a rose in my garden.
To make room for something new.
Less formal.
Less fussy.
More me.
I dug up a rose.
Dropped it sideways in a broken pot.
And forgot it was there.
Then summer came.
And the old discarded rose
Shocked me with a shock of pink.
With a cloud of old-fashioned blooms.
It refused to let me choose.
Refused to let me deny its value.
But bloomed.
To spite me.
Bloomed.
In spite of me.
Bloomed.
To remind me.
To know my worth.
And to know it most of all.
When sideways in a broken pot.
by Caitlin Vincent
I dug up a rose in my garden.
To make room for something new.
Less formal.
Less fussy.
More me.
I dug up a rose.
Dropped it sideways in a broken pot.
And forgot it was there.
Then summer came.
And the old discarded rose
Shocked me with a shock of pink.
With a cloud of old-fashioned blooms.
It refused to let me choose.
Refused to let me deny its value.
But bloomed.
To spite me.
Bloomed.
In spite of me.
Bloomed.
To remind me.
To know my worth.
And to know it most of all.
When sideways in a broken pot.