Where the vine grows

The vine grows

around our necks

ever so tightly

strangling some

nab your nemesis

for murder

climb up

the rock wall

stand on top

look down


‘we the homo sapiens!’

we wear the vine

we are not crazy

who are you?

why have you visited


the moon hangs low

over the bay

boats on shore

the old church stands

moonlight flows

covering all

with its milk

there lay

the buried


its courtyard in grass

wind still

all is well

where the vine grows

over roofs in town

up to the belfry

ringing a silent


in one window


the preacher



his lamp burning





About Steven Humphreys

I live in 'sunny' California with my lovely wife, three wonderful cats and very handsome dog! I write a lot these days about different subjects I have a 'heartfelt and deep-seated' interest in. I surely hope you will find my articles 'interesting and informative' as well. I sincerely appreciate your interest and you are welcome to visit here as often as you'd like. You can read more 'about me' within this site. Thank you for visiting!
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