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By The English Poet Date: 2003 Feb 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.07.17.25.9151]] |
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There I stood looking down on the vineyard it was a black day the clouds were grey and the smoke was still lingering. How quickly it had happened, this madness, this all-consuming fire. Scorched earth and devastation lie all around me. What were once my vines is now lain to waste, how I toiled to bring this vineyard to life, how much love and nurture had I planted is this garden. How could I fail with a heart this full of love? All of my love, pouring over the vines could not stop the fire once she had started. Yet looking down I see, that the flames have missed a single vine, quickly I gather it, wrap it up and carry it away from this devastation and destruction. It looks lonely in this new vineyard alone battered by the winds, a long way from home. It will grow strong and I will protect it. |