There was a poem about "dandelion wine". I think Bradbury included it in his books by the same name or maybe I am confusing the two.
At the end the man is standing in his wine cellar holding a bottle and dreaming about times past.
Does any of this ring a poetic bell or am I misremembering?
1,418 posted on 10/09/2005 5:56:37 PM PDT by Harmless Teddy Bear
(Warning: Not a Romantic or hero worshiper. Attempts to tug at my heartstrings annoy me... and I bite)
1,423 posted on 10/09/2005 6:05:37 PM PDT by NicknamedBob
(George asked me for the best poet... I looked and looked ... I couldn't find anyone better than me.)
