A Song For My Vineyard Poem by George Samuel

This is my vineyard and my life,
Where my pen is husbandman and wife,
And the ink water is the rain,
The tiny seed droplets grain.

By this field of deep words,
To reap when the joys are reborn,
Of myth and mystery,
The hero with a living story,
Rising in the euphoria of victory.

This is my backyard of little fruits,
Rich and sour in the garden recruit,
With all choices hoping for new fields,
Daily praying for new yield.
While the pen remain my shield.

This is my Harvard here I learn,
Of season and time to ascend,
Some growth short I can't decide,
In the morning where the dew reside,
I'll make it one day to the mountain side.