Tagged: dedication

poem about wine and friends 0

Vineyard Vines

Poem   Tired feet but a full soul Days of working and tomorrow more Sun beating down on their backs Backs shaped into steal and coal Hands grazing along the vines Making sweet juices...

Not Afraid of Rain 0


Saints do their time just like everybody else but they just can’t catch a break their epilogues all writ in golden language but their chapters raggedy, potato sack cloth luxurious – no, that was...