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He sowed his wild muscadines They grew wild and free Soon returned to haunt him When he was thirty-three Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.

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Hiya Sharma

Date: 9/8/2023 2:57:00 AM

Oh this is such a vivid and deep write that just captures a broad journey of how we reap what we sow.. Your metaphorical way of saying that in "he sowed his wild muscadines" That's just so profound.. A brilliant write dear!

Sara Kendrick
Date: 9/8/2023 6:32:00 AM

Hiya, thank you for your deep thought out review of my work. I appreciate the visit and taking time to comment. Sara

Ministryofdreams Daisy Silk

Date: 9/7/2023 9:36:00 PM

Brilliant flowing piece and a fascinating short tale with a sad tragic little twist at the end. Awesome piece

Sara Kendrick
Date: 9/8/2023 4:59:00 AM

Why, thank you, DS. I appreciate the visit. Sara

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 9/5/2023 8:01:00 PM

A whole lot of fun! Hugs, Sara!

Sara Kendrick
Date: 9/6/2023 4:07:00 AM

Kim, Teenagers can have fun in a group but some sow some wild grapes so to speak that leave them in a pickle or even worse injured or dead. Thanks for the visit and nice review of my work. Sara

The Situation

Date: 9/5/2023 6:40:00 PM

I remember finding them wild on our farm. Brought back memories.

Sara Kendrick
Date: 9/6/2023 4:01:00 AM

TS, When the vines climb high up in a tree, it is quite disappointing not being able to reach them all isn't it? We found some down in a tree at the creek last fall, but I don't know if there are any there this year. Thanks for dropping by. Sara

Joe Dimino

Date: 9/5/2023 10:48:00 AM

Absolutely!` do not think that the Reaper will not come, knowing us but what we have sowed. Blessings.

Sara Kendrick
Date: 9/5/2023 12:34:00 PM

Thank you, Joe. Thanks for the blessings because I need all I can get. Sara

Bill Baker

Date: 9/5/2023 9:39:00 AM

Cute grape poetry, my friend. I liked it! Bill

Sara Kendrick
Date: 9/5/2023 12:30:00 PM

Why, thank you, Bill. I appreciate the visit and the fact that you take time to leave a comment. Sara

Sotto Poet

Date: 9/5/2023 7:28:00 AM

A magnificent piece of poetry, crafted with meticulous precision, dances gracefully in the mind, a testament to the author's brilliance.

Sara Kendrick
Date: 9/5/2023 12:30:00 PM

Thank you, Lasaad. Brilliance has left me. One could only write a few pages with what I know, but I know the One Who knows more than the oceans full of ink could record. Your visits are appreciated. Sara

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 9/5/2023 6:21:00 AM

-"wild muscadines" ... never heard that name...but, I think it's grapes ... ... perhaps you mean "grapes" as a metaphor ... since they come to haunt him many years after :) - That note in the end will apply regardless :) - hugs

Sara Kendrick
Date: 9/5/2023 12:27:00 PM

Anne-Lise, it is said so many times sowing his/her wild oats so I used muscadines(which are a cultivated grape that comes from wild grapes that are here in the south) some people call them scuppernongs. Thanks for dropping by and visiting my page. I appreciate your kind reviews. Sara