A favorite memory from my childhood memory poolIs being underneath my aunt's grape arbor, it was coolClusters of juicy purple and white grapes hanging downUnder Aunt Irma's grape arbor near Patterson town
That memory made me want to have some grapes to eatSo I built a grape arbor where I could escape the heatThe three vines I planted were frail and very smallI wondered if they would even grow at all
My grape arbor covers over 700 square feetTo watch those vines grow was quite a treatAfter three years of patiently waiting for a harvestI finally ate my own grapes, they were the best
Every year I prune and trim those hanging vinesI believe my grapes could make some fine winesSome of my grapes are large as a golf ballJuicy and sweet, they're mighty fine I'm telling y'all
The Lord has said you can't pick grapes from thornsThe beautiful grape arbor on my little farm adorns You can tell a tree by the fruit it makesMy grape vines produce real fruit not fakes
Copyright 2005 Irvin L. Rozier
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