We want to thank all the talented people who submitted their poems into the Missouri Wines Poetry Challenge. Carl Kinsky won the challenge with his poem titled "A Sense of Place." We hope you enjoy his entry as much as we did.
A Sense of Place
by: Carl Kinsky
As every wine lover knows,
A wine's more than just its nose.
A wine's more than just its taste.
A wine's about a sense of place.
A barren vine, stark and still,
Set against an Ozark hill.
Green grape shoots on a prairie slope,
Without any worries, full of hope.
Ripening grapes, lazy, no hurry,
On a bluff above the hazy Missouri.
A hint of color in the tree leaves,
Harvest comes to Ste. Genevieve.
Now I've heard folks praise Zinfandel,
But I'd rather have my Chardonel.
So call me a Missouri Pollyanna,
But pass me a glass of the Cynthiana.
A great poet can do more than just put words on paper. Poets like Maya Angelou, Langston Hughes and Robert Frost have a way of stirring emotions from deep within us. Poetry in books, canvas and songs (“Red Red Wine” by UB40 anyone?) has enchanted us since Shakepeare’s sonnets.
World Poetry Day is Wednesday, March 21, 2018 and is a day set aside to celebrate our favorite poets and discover new ones. It is also a great time to try our own hand at poetry. Missouri Wines invites you to share your poetry about Missouri wine country with us. Tickle the keyboard or blow the dust off your journal and let the words flow. One lucky poet will receive a pair of tickets to the Farmers’ Table Wine Trail event in Hermann. This special event takes place on Saturday, April 7 and includes delectable wine and food pairings at seven wineries on the Hermann Wine Trail.
Submit your poem via this link by 11:59 p.m. CST on March 27, 2018. Winner will be notified on March 28, 2018.
We even tried our hand at a little poetry and, no, we won't quit our day jobs.
Always Time For Missouri Wine
While the horizon’s vivid hues change with the passing of time
Her beauty remains constant
Velvety soft meadows
Never ceasing valleys and peaks
Meandering trails and winding roads
While fog gently rolls in
Her beauty is shrouded
Mist laces the vines and leaves with dewy droplets
Until the sun shines through
Lifting the veil of cloud from the vineyards
Thus the day finds me
Enjoying the beauty in a glass that comes with hard work and care
Greeted by a hearty handshake and a welcome smile somewhat debonair
And, although not until the end did this poem rhyme
There’s always time for Missouri wine