Autumn wine
With autumn, I must see to my wine!
The pear butter has been carefully made
And the paw-paws were more than fine.
The green of the trees start to gently fade
As I prepare the fish in the salt brine,
And the crickets stop their night serenade.
Elderberry and pear are wines divine,
And even my plum-cherry produce a good grade,
When winter friends come to our home to dine!
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