Plucking Grapes Along the Lane
my sisters and I
plucking grapes along the lane. . .
the chatter of birds
my sisters and I
plucking grapes along the lane. . .
the sun sets purple
my sisters and I
plucking grapes along the lane. . .
mom’s call to supper
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
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