912 Past seventy, memories come easier 6-1-2020

Posted on June 6, 2020 by Ken Greenman

Abundant grapes
ripen in a fertile vineyard.
And I,
an old migrant picker,
have merely to brush against
heavy hung vines,
to harvest sweet grape clusters,
to haul-off to press,
to squeeze and sniff,
sip and savor
all this fine wine.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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