A Lake Of Grapes

One after one,

He threw into the lake

Smooth and round they were,

Those black, sweet grapes

Plop and plop and plop

They fell into the lake

and this plop and plop sound,

Delighted the boy’s face..

The boy threw all of them

And got up from his place

Picking his large basket,

To see my surprised face

“Why?”

“Why, boy”

“Why did you throw the grapes into the lake?”

“Are there no other boys in this town to take?”

“You could only have eaten them all, for God’s sake!”

“Sorry sir”

“I am very sorry”

“I am very,very sorry to tell you this sir!”

“The lake you are seeing is my grape lake!!

For I have been making grape juice

Out of this very lake”

“I am coming here from a year

And dropping these grapes to the lake

It’s a promise I made to myself

A promise that I cannot break..

But I know that,

One or the other day,

I will know that

My efforts have not gone to a waste

And this would be a lake of grapes

And that final day,

I will drink all the grape juice that I made”..