The Battle of The Vine

The old boy went yet again...trekking over the Purbecks. 
I said to him, before you go, would you bring the steps in. 
As I want to thin the vines, He obliges his not a bad old boy
Irritating at times , but so am I, As soon as he goes, I get cracking

Pruners in hand I climb the step ladder, and nearly became a cropper
Its as if the steps did the splits, steadying myself, hanging by an arm
Got down those steps as fast as lightning... my shoulder hurt for some time...
Thing is I didn't link it...with the battle of the vine  
 
You wouldn't believe how fast, that vine was growing.
In fact it was growing as fast as wild fire.
You couldn't see the grapes ,for the foliage was as dense, as a wild Forest...
Not giving up I prune and prune and pulled....and pruned   

Once again I become a cropper ....cuts and scratches
Cursing and Swearing ,pulling and tugging
This bruised mad women on top of a ladder
But wining the fight, an almighty fight

Scratch and bruised and dust in my eyes...
I could see the grapes at last , proud of what I've achieved
I go and take a shower... much refreshed I sing Hurrah
I've won the battle of the vine ...except the next day

I was full of insect bites , itching and scratching,
And cursing those little blighters...
With eleven and counting insect bites... its driving me to destruction
those blasted Blandford flies .
 
But to see those lovely grapes at last , was it worth it ...you bet yes it Was...

                                           By Connie James