“Madeira Under The Vine” by Mitch Hicks

Three men escape the hot Madeira midday sun

Away from home and work in heaven having fun

This simple retreat is a world they own

Humble and so relaxed seated on stone

I stumble on their vineyard shack

Jester a hello they smile back

Flat caps beckon me to have a drink

No English is spoken yet they want to know what I think

After a long morning walk I’m happy sharing their shade

Pure simple wine flows from vines planted by spade

I take a snap as my glass is filled with local wine

Magic contentment filters from grapes under the vine

Time capsules buried deep in your mind

Remember strangers can be so kind

Pic & Poem by Mitch Hicks

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