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CHEERS TO THE MORNING
BY: ALLIE MERRICK


I bookend my days with coffee and wine
coffee to start and wine when I dine.
Cheers to the morning & to the day that will pass,
and to the evening when wine's in my glass.

IN PRAISE OF WINE
BY: JOHN T. BAKER

When I'm no longer here and am called to appear up on high on that Last Judgement Day
And our Maker begins to examine my sins, I can truthfully then only say:

"I do not," I'll exclaim, "now remember the name of the girl, or the village that May:
I but dimly recall the encounter at all, but the wine was a fine Cabernet.

"All the times that I strayed, all the errors I made, while I wondered which way I should go,
Of the toilsome travails I forget the details, but the wine was a fine Merlot.

"And my deeds on that date when, sad to relate, I succumbed to unworthy desire,
AS you well might expect, I cannot recollect, but the wine was a fine Pinot Noir.

"How I'd hunt high and low for that special Bordeaux; I'd pursue every new Beaujolais:
And I'd spend money, Lord, I could then ill afford when the wine was a fine Chardonnay.

"With the rest of the apes I would traipse through the grapes as we sampled the White Zinfandel:
I adored the bouquet of a luscious Tokay, and I idolized Graves and Moselle.

"Early on in my youth I discovered vermouth and had more than my share of Vouvray:
I would drink to keep warm any Port in a storm and I quipped as I sipped Montrachet.

"I would stock my garage with the best Hermitage, Liebfraumilch, Sauvignon and Chablis:
I imbibed lots of Hock, far too much Armagnac, and I laughed as I quaffed Burgundy.

"So I humbly report all my sins to this court and I pray for Your pardon divine:
As you add up my score, I can ask nothing more than to help turn the water to wine."



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PERFECT PAIRINGS
BY: ALLIE MERRICK

every time i sit down
with intentions to dine
i am never without
a bottle of wine

with thai I prefer
a sauvignon blanc
with dark chocolate to follow
a cabernet franc

with grilled chicken
i choose beaujolais
with fettuccine alfredo
i grab chardonnay

hermitage
goes well with lamb
zinfandel
i pair with ham

sauternes match up
with creme brûlée
but with scallops
you need montrachet

when i serve salmon
it's pinot noir
for that is the best pair
i've found by far

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A BOTTLED MEMORY
BY: ALLIE MERRICK

a walk in the woods
with a bottle of bordeaux
two glasses poured
of chateau margaux

aromatics of autumn
we smelled as we walked
fall's finest hues
we saw as we talked

of the wine
we were very fond
but our adoration
went beyond

i looked at you
you looked at me
and we saw what we
didn't expect to see

your love for me
you then confessed
followed by passion
we became undressed

the details that followed
for only you and i to know
were a show of emotion -
a private show

leaves on the ground
around us danced
while on our palates
the margaux pranced

in an afternoon
beneath an old oak tree
we found love in a forest
that few can see

i loved that walk
and i love that wine
a bottled memory
that's yours and mine


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NO CHAMPAGNE ON NEW YEAR'S DAY
BY: ALLIE MERRICK

i sip in a different way
each and every new years day

most look ahead to the future
but i look behind to my past
they pour champagne to celebrate
as i pour burgundy to recast

others makes toasts
with promises they make
while i raise my glass
as i account for each mistake

some find their once filled glasses empty
and begin to pour once again
but when my wine is gone
instead of the bottle, a grab the pen

i pour my thoughts of yesterday
on pages to remember
the good, the bad and in between
from last january through december

it's on these ink etched pages
not in a wine filled glass
that i find cause to smile
and sip again with class

yes, i sip in a different way
each and every new years day


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I'M DREAMING OF A RED CHRISTMAS
BY: ALLIE MERRICK

i'm dreaming of a red christmas
with all the wines i love and know
cabernet that's intense and immense
and smooth, silky merlot

tempranillo with spice
can be naughty but nice
though as far as reds go
i prefer a pinot

shiraz is generally fine by me
especially when it's peppery
and zinfandel will make me merry
with layers of rich, black cherry

while visions of sugar plums fill your head
what i desire comes in shades of red
and in a bottle not a box with a bow
at the sight of which i begin to glow

so, as i dream of a red christmas
with all the wines i love and know
please pour me a cab that's intense and immense
or a smooth and silky merlot



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ODE TO CHARDONNAY
BY: ALLIE MERRICK

it was many and many a year ago
with a bottle of chardonnay
that i first fell in love
with wine in a whole new way

before this bottle
i swore an oath
to drink just red
and never both

red for me
was nearly ideal
i’d have it with
every single meal

carnivorous
when i dine
it just made sense
to drink red wine

then one day
i was poured a wine
in a home
that wasn’t mine

what filled my glass
wasn’t red
not even pink
but white instead

not wanting to offend
and come across as rude
i swirled the glass a bit
and shifted focus to my food

the focus never came
as i became distracted
it was to the aromatics
of the wine that i reacted

bright, steely notes
swirled and sped as i sat up
inhaling with intention
in attempt of keeping up

sipped and savored layers
of flavor streaking by
breathing in each nuance
i exhaled with a deep sigh

“what just happened”
i asked out loud
unaware
of the nearby crowd

“it’s chardonnay”
someone said
i grabbed the bottle
and then i read

it was indeed
chardonnay
but i’d never
had one taste that way

had i known
it could be like this
like an angel’s tear
like first love’s kiss

like heaven’s mist
and morning’s dew
like promises
and oaths held true

i would have never
turned away
and silenced a wine
with so much to say

speaking of which
here’s what it said
as i now hungered
for what it fed

while i’m not red
like cabernet
much like pinot
i have much to say

while i don’t shout
but whisper by choice
you’ll find there’s value
in my voice

i speak from vines
of burgundy
from a place
that’s called chablis

i carry with me
little weight
but substance
that will satiate

forward fruit
that will not bend
my acidity
knows no end

you’ll find that i
am beautifully brisk
worthy of one
taking a risk

the chardonnay
had made its case
and with it
built a solid base

on my palate
that now craved
chardonnay
for which i raved

cheers to you
chardonnay
may more explore
what you have to say

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