The Breath of Bruichladdich

[popeye]

The glass is filled with fifteen years of patience born of oak
A memory of citrus falls through peppered ocean spray
A bit of cheek from blonde reflections echo through the smoke
And centuries of peat recall the dreams of yesterday
Each grain of barley selflessly forgoes its chance to breed
And gives its life that it may be remembered eons hence
This wondrous truth in liquid form has been the vital seed
To stir the blood to victories of magnitude immense
A dram of uisge beatha loosens greatness, mind and heart
And spills it forth in malted waves to warm the distant blood
Though Alba and her children may be miles and years apart
The Hebridean springs contain communion in their flood
I’m sure it’s wrong to lecture, but consider it a fault
If you cannot appreciate an Islay single malt


*Happy 253rd birthday, Rabbie Burns!*

oyl drink to that an' a'that an' may a' your single malts be doubles!