Carrie Richards Poet Couplet

Wine Country

Valleys wide of rust and green
Rolling hills, such vintage green

Woven rope of twisted vines
Purple hues of grape divine

Paths between the rows of braid
Staked in strands so neatly laid

As if a Sun God reaching down
Had trailed his fingers 'cross the ground

Welcome signs that offer tastes
Archway drives, with landscaped gates

Merlot reds, a richness deep
Zinfandel, a year to keep

Perfect day, a sweet escape
A Champagne toast to celebrate

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Sharon Winter August 25, 2008 at 9:36 AM Cheers Carrie! Sounds (and tastes) divine! Wonderful write. Love, Shar

Sarah Frieman August 25, 2008 at 8:11 AM I live in Sonoma County wine county and nothing could describe the beauty like this poem thank you for the beautiful read

Michael Degenhardt August 25, 2008 at 5:35 AM Carrie, the flow here is set well by the couplet style, while your words offer great clarity and postion the reader right there among, not only the words, but within the scenery. Excellent! Michael

Brian Strand August 25, 2008 at 12:24 AM My kind of place Carrie.Nice writing here.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments

James Foulk August 24, 2008 at 2:22 PM I don't drink wine anymore. I stopped almost 25 years ago. but I do remember what it taste like, I get a kick out of people whe spend a bunch of money for wine and then just let it sit and age. I enjoyed your read, very good poem.