Wine Country Usa, September I
WINE COUNTRY
September first, but not where I live!
This week, 111 degrees, outside, you drip like a sieve!
But grapes, don’t grow in freezing snow!
In wine country, we supply the USA with grapes needed for Vino….
don’t you know?
Four-thousand tons of grapes crushed here each year.
In a peaceful, multi- cultural, city, room for all, here!
A family city, devoted to God, filled with churches.
Non-violent, low crime, nobody gets besmirches.
I only find hateful comments on-line….
Glad those folk are not neighbors of mine!
I thank God for living in a city of peace and sanity.
A gift from Him, dusted with all colors of humanity!
9~1~ 2022
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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