The FEAST sprawls across the table
“What are these odd ROUND and LUMPY bits? They sully my repast! 
Into the GULLY they shall be blast!” 

Georg’ann

RAISE a glass
Allow the full bodied red to rest in your MOUTH for a moment. 
We are LUCKY, as if this moment came up from the wishing well, bucket rising with the PULLY. Childhood had too many who chose to BULLY. This picnic, here in the woods with you, washes all that down the fern lined GULLY.  

Heather