Wine Country
Valleys wide of rust and green
Rolling hills, such vintage green
Woven rope of twisted vines
Purple hues of grape divine
Paths between the rows of braid
Staked in strands so neatly laid
As if a Sun God reaching down
Had trailed his fingers 'cross the ground
Welcome signs that offer tastes
Archway drives, with landscaped gates
Merlot reds, a richness deep
Zinfandel, a year to keep
Perfect day, a sweet escape
A Champagne toast to celebrate
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2008
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