German September sweet wine.

(For April, poetry month. Poem number four.)

Germany September sweet red wine.

1- September was merciful. Warm days, quiet days and time to sing, dance and drink.

The Children were celebrating the September new sweet wines by the Boeblingen small lake.

Live band near the lake. Playing old time, rock and roll. I am walking with dear Daniela.

We are holding bottles of wine watching the festive of people laughing, dancing and drinking.

Daniela told me. In Germany, we appreciate the good days. We had enough bad ones dear Johnnie.

I told her. Thank you for being with me. I was lost till I fell into those beautiful blue eyes.

She smiled and she told me. You didn’t find me, I found you. You were the famous laughing and drunk American.

I laughed and I asked her. I was and what am I now? She told me. You are my love, my friend.

2- I told the young soldiers. Savor the good days and never leave your wife and family with negative words.

Leave the people, you love. With kind hope and a promise of return. The irony of being a soldier.

Death is waiting for you. Stay alert and try to dodge death kiss.

3- He confessed to the Pacific. I broke my own heart. I left her with a final goodbye. A soldier love was

not a good life. I remember her tears as I drove away. She told me. Love can overcome everything. Now

I am the old soldier drinking alone and I am waiting for the good death. I remember a German day and a

pretty German girl told me. I will love you forever and a day. I loved the soldier life. I drank in 40 countries and

48 states. Won at love and I lost at love. The funny part is. I only remember the good days and beautiful faces.

Johnnie