Poetry

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BIG JUICY GRAPES

A favorite memory from my childhood memory pool
Is being underneath my aunt's grape arbor, it was cool
Clusters of juicy purple and white grapes hanging down
Under Aunt Irma's grape arbor near Patterson town

That memory made me want to have some grapes to eat
So I built a grape arbor where I could escape the heat
The three vines I planted were frail and very small
I wondered if they would even grow at all

My grape arbor covers over 700 square feet
To watch those vines grow was quite a treat
After three years of patiently waiting for a harvest
I finally ate my own grapes, they were the best

Every year I prune and trim those hanging vines
I believe my grapes could make some fine wines
Some of my grapes are large as a golf ball
Juicy and sweet, they're mighty fine I'm telling y'all

The Lord has said you can't pick grapes from thorns
The beautiful grape arbor on my little farm adorns
You can tell a tree by the fruit it makes
My grape vines produce real fruit not fakes

Copyright 2005 Irvin L. Rozier

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