The Grape
In my many years I have found the ideal travelling companion. An escort who can be quiet and reserved yet sometimes,when required, strong and bold. Most times pleasantly agreeable. Her age it does not matter and in some cases the older the better. My companion can be sweet and sugary and maybe at times a little tart. Yet every now and then,contemporary with plenty of drive and a certain nuance of audacity. Red or white it makes no difference to me. Tis the grape that has become my friend, my travel guide to the world. She (and she must always be a she) has seduced me to sip my way through life. To enjoy its many pleasures and endure its many hardships. A cool sweet Chardonnay has been my Orient Express to intrigue, a potent port my African Queen to adventure and, a delicate red-fruit pinot noir my Apollo to the moon. I toast to you my friends and to my friend "The Grape".
Copyright © Roger Wilson | Year Posted 2018
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