Poetry Blogs (whisky)
A Whisky Adventure
From Cedar Ridge to Hunter's Glen
Down Rowan's Creek, round Pinckney Bend
Past Noah's Mill, along to Glenfiddich;
Many have been on that Copper Run
Since Early Times, seeing Eagle Rare
Watching the Old Crow and the Fighting Cock
Giving a wise nod to the White Owl and the Wild Turkey
Receiving a friendly wave from the Famous Grouse
Many a stranger becomes a friend ...
Wednesday 14th October 2015 5:16 pm
A Wee Dram
A Wee Dram
The dancing flames lick gently at the grate,
a bottle splashes amber to the glass,
soft chimes reminding that the hour is late,
aromas drift of peat and harsh deer grass,
the smoky mist of morning, with each pass.
The glow of bonfires as I gently kiss,
letting the rich swelling flavours amass
and burn upon my lips, no thoughts but this –
“how can something so bitter bring suc...
Tuesday 16th December 2014 7:21 pm
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