Three men escape the hot Madeira midday sun
Away from home and work in heaven having fun
This simple retreat is a world they own
Humble and so relaxed seated on stone
I stumble on their vineyard shack
Jester a hello they smile back
Flat caps beckon me to have a drink
No English is spoken yet they want to know what I think
After a long morning walk I’m happy sharing their shade
Pure simple wine flows from vines planted by spade
I take a snap as my glass is filled with local wine
Magic contentment filters from grapes under the vine
Time capsules buried deep in your mind
Remember strangers can be so kind
Pic & Poem by Mitch Hicks
All Rights Reserved
© 2010Tuesday, January 26, 2010
"Madeira Under The Vine" by Mitch Hicks
Three men escape the hot Madeira midday sun
Away from home and work in heaven having fun
This simple retreat is a world they own
Humble and so relaxed seated on stone
I stumble on their vineyard shack
Jester a hello they smile back
Flat caps beckon me to have a drink
No English is spoken yet they want to know what I think
After a long morning walk I’m happy sharing their shade
Pure simple wine flows from vines planted by spade
I take a snap as my glass is filled with local wine
Magic contentment filters from grapes under the vine
Time capsules buried deep in your mind
Remember strangers can be so kind
Pic & Poem by Mitch Hicks
All Rights Reserved
© 2010
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