Brad Widelock
Brad Widelock
This past weekend we headed east
Looking for relaxation and a potential feast
We landed in Murphys, in the foothills of the Sierra
A place that celebrates the Gold Rush era
So you can imagine my surprise
When wine tasting signs greeted my eyes
But not only these, there were shoppers, too
They all held bottles, walking two by two
Their new club memberships in hand
Sowing their gold upon the land
Sadly my palate did not agree
With any of the wines presented to me
Grenache blended with Sangiovese
That would make both the French and Italians crazy
True I tried only a few
But I sensed the heavy hand of Geppetto all through
That the masses walking all about
Enjoyed themselves I have no doubt
This small town is richer for
Every glass the wineries pour
I do not wish to malign
All Calaveras County wine
So I will go again and see
If I can find wines with which I agree
Looking for relaxation and a potential feast
We landed in Murphys, in the foothills of the Sierra
A place that celebrates the Gold Rush era
So you can imagine my surprise
When wine tasting signs greeted my eyes
But not only these, there were shoppers, too
They all held bottles, walking two by two
Their new club memberships in hand
Sowing their gold upon the land
Sadly my palate did not agree
With any of the wines presented to me
Grenache blended with Sangiovese
That would make both the French and Italians crazy
True I tried only a few
But I sensed the heavy hand of Geppetto all through
That the masses walking all about
Enjoyed themselves I have no doubt
This small town is richer for
Every glass the wineries pour
I do not wish to malign
All Calaveras County wine
So I will go again and see
If I can find wines with which I agree