The White And Red Grapes Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Only in summertime everywhere All kinds of grapes get ripe. On the roof's of my father-in-law There were two kinds of grapes Red and white for many years. One day some rough winds did Shake the grapes'long trees and They fell and went for ever. Father-in-law loved them like His lovely kids, but they went. Grapes are everywhere global, so Everybody enjoys eating their Different colors and kinds. Only in summertime we see all Different kinds of grapes.