Old Poetry finds a home.

I'm going to post some things I wrote a few years back for class. Perhaps seeing them online, (hopefully with constructive comments), will boost my creativity.

Libationer

Around my house where the Canadian Mist settles

and the Grey Goose flies Daniel tests Beam’s mettle,

set against the evening sky.

We set out a glass where an Old Crow can talk

with the Green Fairy and reveal all he knows

about Samuel Adams walk set

at Woodstone Creek.

We set out a glass where Kentucky

Gentleman sing this song of a

Bufflo Trace by a set of Four Roses

set on Black maple hill where the

heir apparent Crown Royal

of the White Horse

keeled over after drinkin’

too much Feckin Irish Whisky.