Photo from Beazley House
Where the Grapes are Grown
Go ye where the grapes are grown
Above the valley's mist
Where on a hill a castle stands
By dreams and sunshine kissed
Past the inns and past the wares
Past culinary glee
Winds the road where on the left
Transforms the century
For all ye that may lack belief
The castle that you see
Is no mirage, is no façade
Time travelers all are we
Its bricks were shaped, its iron wrought
By many knowing hands
The master craft of years long past
The wealth of many lands
Lost riches resurrected
In tower, church and cellar
In Great Hall from whose frescoed walls
Whispers the story teller
And were you to meander
The paths beneath the ground
You might just find the key to where
The vineyard's fruits abound
Another great endeavor
Fine wines, Italian style
The summer's harvest here transformed
Makes Dionysus smile
Time travelers who may soon desire
A Friend to Baron be
May well partake of banquets rare
And castle revelry
This castle and its mystery
A dream of decades three
Stands proud amidst the Napa vines
Not distant Tuscany
Go ye where the grapes are grown
In awe of what you see
A visionary castle
That welcomes you and me
***
Dorothea Barth©2012
Dorothea's first poem of 2012, inspired by a visit to Castello Di Amorosa on December 29, 2011.
Photo of Castello Di Amorosa from Beazley House
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Above the valley's mist
Where on a hill a castle stands
By dreams and sunshine kissed
Past the inns and past the wares
Past culinary glee
Winds the road where on the left
Transforms the century
For all ye that may lack belief
The castle that you see
Is no mirage, is no façade
Time travelers all are we
Its bricks were shaped, its iron wrought
By many knowing hands
The master craft of years long past
The wealth of many lands
Lost riches resurrected
In tower, church and cellar
In Great Hall from whose frescoed walls
Whispers the story teller
And were you to meander
The paths beneath the ground
You might just find the key to where
The vineyard's fruits abound
Another great endeavor
Fine wines, Italian style
The summer's harvest here transformed
Makes Dionysus smile
Time travelers who may soon desire
A Friend to Baron be
May well partake of banquets rare
And castle revelry
This castle and its mystery
A dream of decades three
Stands proud amidst the Napa vines
Not distant Tuscany
Go ye where the grapes are grown
In awe of what you see
A visionary castle
That welcomes you and me
***
Dorothea Barth©2012
Dorothea's first poem of 2012, inspired by a visit to Castello Di Amorosa on December 29, 2011.
Photo of Castello Di Amorosa from Beazley House
Go to Dorothea's next poem...