A Small Glass Of Port Poem by Juan Olivarez

Blood red wine, of the better sort,
Warming, gentle, genuine, comfort.
Would you join me, in a small glass of port.

Exquisitely sweet, a true wine to court,
Calming influence, with no bad retort,
Delightfully scented, just a small glass of Port.

Sweet nector of the Gods, a willing cohort,
A friend forever, of it's own accord,
Married to Brandy, just a small glass of Port.

A most wonderful drink, I must report,
And to drinking my Port, I always resort,
But only a little, just a small glass of port.

5/24/10 29 palms ca.