|
Menu
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
Andalusian Grapes
Contributed by
ramfire
on
Friday, 5th September 2003 @ 03:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
|
The Andalusian grapes are ripe this time
of season. Bacchus pipes his sweet tune o'er
the vinyards while soft breeze doth rustle more
in trees where mission tolls its clanging chime,
and natives wind their way up valley's climb
to slopes where hoary twisted vines now bore
large clusters; sunny place where rain won't pour
and lessen growing grapes from being prime.
Church fathers need to reach the given goal
of filling many barrels high with wine,
supporting mission's reign all feel as fine,
redeeming each lost pagan's darkened soul.
The Andalusian grapes are ripe this day,
and Bacchus pipes tune hoping many stray.
Copyright ©
ramfire
... [
2003-09-05 03:35:00] (Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment. That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
Re: Andalusian Grapes
(User Rating: 1 ) by Ilhar on
Friday, 5th September 2003 @ 04:59:09 AM AEST (User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
a masterpiece painted here
Shari |
|
|
|