Wines and Vines and Rhymes

Scarlet red this glass of wine
A nice bouquet delivered
I taste it with this tongue of mine
A'fore I be aquivered

The long meandering grapevines we discovered
Have a really deep root system we uncovered
The original root is at the back of the garden
And only the shed and brambles are its warden

In the fall we'll harvest the purple spheres
Before the birds have absconded clear
One year we made preserves quite fine
One year a friend bottled us some wine

The vines grow totally without any care
A tree is the trellis as they climb thru air
The vines are long years old; this is evident
We don't know were they planted with intent

Or perhaps a bird dropped seed as he migrated
To let nature care for the vine as it procreated
The vines intertwine with the limbs of their tree
If it had feelings, I think it would be happy

Making a protective form
A temporary shelter
From the helter-skelter
Of a passing storm

Vines and Wines are Intertwined
Through history, we've wined and dined
From Bible days their cultivation
Has been important to many a nation

Bottles of wine in the cool dark recesses
Aging slowly, being tended
In the cellar the vintner possesses
Climate controlled and well defended

The rule is red, when eating meat
Which wine with fish or fowl?
Rosé perhaps for a fruity treat
As the sommelier pours with a towel

Champagne is the bubbly of la France
Shiraz is a newer grape type
You can pay what you want to finance
But don't fall too hard for the hype

I raise this glass in toast to the future
Opportunities
Of being discerning
Of adequate earning
Of satisfying yearning

Fun gadgets to pour the wine
To uncork them and preserve
Do I need them? show me a sign
Who cares; a new toy I deserve

I make a toast this day
To a future hopeful and bright
To happiness in every way
To wisdom, justice and right

Save the corks
-- We'll make a hot pad
-- -- -- In a picture frame
But if in 5 years
-- The corks are loose
-- -- -- The idea would be lame