we drive past them every day
a quick glance we see vineyards
set in neat rows of precision
between timber posts, outstretched arms
are tied around wire stringers
knarled crucified vine branches
will remain this way until spring
then summer brings forth
sweet bunches of crimson grapes
from the warmth of the sun
richness of the soul
water is turned into wine
~Steve, 65. Aldinga, SA
