Virtues Of The Grape Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Virtues Of The Grape



Ah-h, the grape!
rather divine
when stomped and beaten;
known for the juices treatin'
its fanciers just fine.

One of nature's mysteries
growing there on the vine;
one harvest yields nectar of the gods
another becomes raisins
when left to shrivel in time.

I prefer to pop the cork.

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