Napa Poem by Michael J ORourke2

Napa



Such oval colored shapes
The wonder of these lovely grapes
The skin when punctured, slowly bleeds
Uncolored juice with tiny seeds
To taste the nectar so fresh and sweet
As tongue and lips do chance to meet
Such fruit and flavor, yet not quite wine
Another stroke of God's design

Thursday, April 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: vacation
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