This wild rose (Rosa pratincola) is just lovely in my book. We find them growing in the parks and other wild areas.
It has been chosen as a state flower by some states, such as Iowa. This poem was written about it.

THE ROSE OF IOWA.
[Copyright applied for by S. H. M. Byers.]

Hast seen the wild rose of the West,
The sweetest child of morn ?
Its feet the dewy fields have pressed,
Its breath is on the corn.

The gladsome prairie rolls and sweeps
Like billows to the sea,
While on its breast the red rose keeps
The white rose company.

The wild, wild rose whose fragrance dear
To every breeze is flung,
The same wild rose that blossomed here
When Iowa was young.

O, sons of heroes ever wear
The wild rose on your shield,
No other flower is half so fair
In loves immortal field.

Let others sing of mountain snows,
Or palms beside the sea,
The state whose emblem is the rose
Is fairest far to me.