My Meager Vineyard
My meager vineyard on a handsome lake
is equal to my master vintner's care,
exquisite wine is what she yearns to make.
Last harvest caused our backs and arms to ache,
so this year we have found a crew to bare
my meager vineyard on a handsome lake.
My keen enologist will lie awake
surmising how this vintage will compare,
exquisite wine is what she yearns to make.
This special crop will refinance my stake,
and with the harvest done I can repair
my meager vineyard on a handsome lake.
She monitors the pressing and partakes
in recipes, composing with a flair-
exquisite wine is what she yearns to make.
Adept winemaker, risking no mistake,
distasteful grapes from here are largely rare,
my meager vineyard on a handsome lake.
Exquisite wine is what she yearns to make.
Poem and Photo- Copyright © 2009 by Jack Huber-
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"I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again."
--Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)
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