The Vine crept out across the window, tall and arched,
and curled in such profusion as it went,
Planted there with great pride so many years ago,
each year it’s growth is always so well spent.
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This is a most engaging poem, Ernestine. You have created such wonderful images of the wild families as they move forward through the seasonal changes. A very enjoyable read. Best wishes, my friend. Richard
A lovely and a very descriptive piece Ernestine, I can picture that creeping vine. A truly excellent poem. Love, Andrew xx
a lovely write, and i truly enjoyed this, and full of imagery.We can relate this also to our lives..from end to end.Am glad i was able to read again your great works, Ern Love you, Meggie
A wonderful poem pefectly composed, rebirth is a fact of life we see constantly. Kind regards Ann
I like planting flowers when I was young.