Calistoga Bibliognome© Bertram Barth
Calistoga Kin
When the grapes are off the vine
In barrel or in bottle
The colors of November
Burst forth in fullest throttle
The birch the elm, the amber
Their festive branches spread
And the resting grapevines
Turn yellow, rust, and red
Amidst this autumn splendor
I saw three tiny men
And in the center of those three
A Bibliognome named Ben
His beard aflow, his cheeks ablaze
And quite absorbed was he
In epic tales spun from the book
That perched upon his knee
Quite brazenly, I spoke to him
For I just had to know
Might he be related to
Another Biblio?
Awakened from his reverie
He grinned an elfin grin
"That would be Jack, across the land
He is my next of kin
In ivory towers he resides
More erudite than me
His volumes tall as mountains
A Bibliotroll is he
So many moons since we have met
I’m full of cabernet
Such distances to travel
I fear I’d lose my way!"
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Dorothea Barth©2011
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In barrel or in bottle
The colors of November
Burst forth in fullest throttle
The birch the elm, the amber
Their festive branches spread
And the resting grapevines
Turn yellow, rust, and red
Amidst this autumn splendor
I saw three tiny men
And in the center of those three
A Bibliognome named Ben
His beard aflow, his cheeks ablaze
And quite absorbed was he
In epic tales spun from the book
That perched upon his knee
Quite brazenly, I spoke to him
For I just had to know
Might he be related to
Another Biblio?
Awakened from his reverie
He grinned an elfin grin
"That would be Jack, across the land
He is my next of kin
In ivory towers he resides
More erudite than me
His volumes tall as mountains
A Bibliotroll is he
So many moons since we have met
I’m full of cabernet
Such distances to travel
I fear I’d lose my way!"
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Dorothea Barth©2011
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