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To carry on our love of all things poetry and to keep the energy high, I will continue to post poems by the contributing poets to the anthology until the Colorado Book Awards on May 21, 2017 (info by clicking here).

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Today’s poem is by contributing poet Nancy L. Reed:

Grapes, Grapes, Grapes

Grapes, grapes, I love to eat,
The skins are tart, the fruit is sweet,
My fingers are purple, so is my tongue,
I spit out the seeds, it makes me feel young.

The vines are heavy and very thick,
I’m relaxed and mellow when I pick.
It’s fun to poke my head inside
The fuzzy leaves where the grapes reside.

I pick in sunshine, I pick in snow,
And harvest as long as the grapes will grow,
And deep into winter when I savor the jelly,
I taste warm summer deep in my belly.

I earnestly hope and wish and pray
Those bountiful vines and fruit will stay
To nurture my heart, my mind, and my tummy,
‘Cause they’re plump and juicy and perfectly yummy.

 

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