Victoria Davis

Rookie (December 2,1963 / Seattle Washington)

The Wine - Poem by Victoria Davis

Pressed of two vineyards - fine grapes all;
After years in darkness, aging in the best oak,
letting flavours mellow, intoxicants build -
now in a crystal goblet stands the wine of our lives -
deep crimson and gleaming.
Who will lift the glass and drink?

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 2, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 4, 2011


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