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Riesling ii


Mosel wine is sweet,
Taken in little sips,
Smell that aroma,
As glass approaches lips.

The barbecue is lit and stoked
With dried vine wood
That slowly evenly burns
Giving a layer that is good,
(Better than any charcoal)
At giving off the right heat
To do justice to the quality
Of our vast array of meat.

We are lounging in the garden
Each sprawled in their chair
Drinking Pils in bottles
In the mild September air.
We have picked the grapes
And taken them to the press;
Maybe four thousand litres
Of new wine, more or less.

And we are sitting at the table
At the end of working day.
A time of relaxing talk.
A time of relaxing play.
And the aroma from the grill'
As it comes and goes,
Driven by the breeze,
Plays such tricks with the nose

It's that time of the day
That I think I like the best
Full of banter and good chat
As we take our well earned rest.
Appetites are rising;
Two minutes more at least
Before food is at the table
And its time to take the feast.

Mosel wine is sweet
Taken in little sips
Smell that aroma
As glass approaches lips







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