Grow Harvest Grapes Caress Ferment Good Wine Comments

I had a friend Cess who was a cooper and made traditional wine barrels, I mentioned him in a poem, 'Near The Bridge By The River' written back in June 1983, when we both lived in Blenheim. Wrote 'The Taste of Wine' two months later. I was recently on holiday in Blenheim with my wife for a few days, Blenheim is the wine capital of New Zealand and one of my wife's friends helps employ overseas workers in a vineyard there.

This is a romantic love and appreciation for wine, without the mention of natural fermentation or specific yeasts, the need to put red wine in dark bottles, to protect the beautiful deep red colours bleaching from sunlight.

'Who will'...Cheers to you, my friend! It has been a long time...Time to mature like your wine in this refined poem, in the right time of autumnal aromas. As a lover of wine, and a long tradition in my family as 'wine makers, ' I truly feel the poetical flow of the grapes, into the fermented ruby elixir for the body and the Spirit. Cheers to Wine!