Grow Harvest Grapes Caress Ferment Good Wine Poem by Terence George Craddock
Grow Harvest Grapes Caress Ferment Good Wine
who will till the soil patient plant the vines
who will season gather come harvest the grapes
who will harvest at peak rich sun ripe flavour
who will pick off with tender care stems leaves
who will softly wash off dirt grit cherish skins
who will wash with cold snow melt spring water
who will crush ripe fruit with appreciation hands
who will stir in wild mountain honey to sweeten wine
who will cover crock to keep bugs out let air flow in
who will take place crook in warm place overnight
who will uncover the mixture stir then recover next day
who will stir throughly every four hours on this first day
who will stir a few times a day for the next three days
who will care for mixture till bubbling yeast ferments
who will strain siphon liquid in 3 days bubbling slows down
who will strain out solids siphon liquid into clean carboy
who will for longer-term storage affix airlock to carboy neck
who will let wine age for at least 9 months to age to mellow
who will remove the airlock siphon wine into clean bottles
who will fill clean bottles almost to the top then tight cork
who will drink wine immediately who will years let it age
Written in September 2014 on the 5&7.9.2020.
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!
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5/29/2024 6:25:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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.