for Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Juice.
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Years ago on the slopes of Bordeaux,
a harvest in the sun.
Plump purple grapes were flung into crates,
and the ritual had begun.
Trodden and squeezed the juice was released,
a taste of things to come.
Five years to soak in barrels of oak,
the vintner’s task was done.
Finally bottled and labelled and corked,
boxed and sent away.
Then opened and poured, savoured, adored,
on this, its finest day!
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Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting.
Your poem says it so poetically
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Poetry is not my kind of thing, so I’m really pleased Sadje!
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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tres jealous of your poetic ability. good six, painted a scene in rythmic rhyme.
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Most kind of you, merci beaucoup!
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Nice to see you using your poetic license again. 🙂
If five years is enough, why is it in books toffs like Lord Peter are always asking for some Chateau XX 100-yr-old vintage?
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Lord Peter lets it keep on maturing in the bottle, though I’m not sure what century-old wine would taste like!
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How to make wine in 6 easy steps!
Santé, mon vieux.
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No more difficult than making a cuppa! Sugar?
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What a wonderful, joyous poem!
Skol to you, Keith!
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That’s most kind of you Liz, bonne santé
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Nice transitioning phrase “a taste of things to come” from grape harvest to bottled wine.
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Very kind of you Frank, thank you!
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Beautifully done!
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Thanks so much, Mimi!
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Loved the vivid imageries.
This was fun, Keith.
Here’s my Word of the Year:
https://natashamusing.com/2022/01/balanced-flow-wordoftheyear-woty2022/
Stay warm.
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Thanks, Natasha, and how nice to see your lovely smile again!
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Bravo, mon ami! 🍷
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Merci, Chris!
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I would comment, but I’m too bust looking for the corkscrew! 😉
Excellent poem, Keith, that conjures up the atmosphere of the sun and the pleasure.
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Far more important you find your corkscrew! Thanks so much, Jenne.
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Beautiful, Keith. Your reading was perfect!
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That’s very kind of you Denise, thanks so much.
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Keith, I enjoy your writing so much and remember that each ten I visit your blog
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And in this masterful work I could feel the vineyards- the barrels and then was ready to swirl my own glass of wine to check the legs….
Mmmmm
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I couldn’t wish for a nicer comment Prior, thanks, and thanks again – à votre santé!
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🙂
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Superb poem about a fine wine (and its process) and finally its enjoyment. Bravo et santé!
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Thanks so much for savouring my little poem! Cheers!
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