Dec 30, 2010

The Vineyard



A warm breeze upon my face,
The fragrant scent in the air.
I never thought I'd be here,
In a place, where I'm free.

Free to roam, free to pick,
Free to relieve my woes.
It was like walking through
A corn maze. Rows and rows.

Each turn, a new smell,
Strong, sweet, mouth watering.
While wandering, I dream,
Imagining a whole new world.

Nature surrounded me,
Peace, bird songs and breath.
Blue skies, warm sun,
Nothing to dampen my heart.

I'd wished it was forever,
Dwelling in such a lovely place.
Sadly, until the next time,
It's only just a memory.


(written December 30th, 2010)

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