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| Author: | Redvilst [ Sat Aug 20, 2011 8:52 am ] |
| Post subject: | Adopted Son |
He is no Chateau La Fete, Well bred and schooled In web-woven cellars. By label and not flavour Known as Prince of wines. Its cork will never be drawn, So its position is guarded By a name and a year. Though others sowed the vine I trod the grapes that made him. My soul drinks him in While he is Beaujolais. An old vintage and a good year May be past my tasting. I’m getting sparkle And youth And south slopes of Heighington. I’m getting vigour, and There is eagerness To be free of the bottle. A zing in simply being. It’s heady and warms my heart. And all this in so short a season Will come to vinegar. Bacchus - you bastard! But a wine is made to be tasted, And a life is to be lived No rich label to hide behind. No cool cellar can I provide. The world must judge you as you are. Wear this label with my pride. |
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| Author: | Nydas [ Sat Aug 20, 2011 10:18 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Adopted Son |
This is beautiful, the metaphor works so well. Really moving. *silent tear* |
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| Author: | Elvira [ Sat Aug 20, 2011 2:40 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Adopted Son |
Love. That's what it's all about really. Wonderful words, thanks! |
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