Trip To Williamsburg
written by Elizabeth-Jeanne Bani
I enjoyed the splendid countryside
And a bright and gentle guide,
A tour of the basement in the cold,
The abundance of wine, sparkling with gold,
Sentimental French songs
And jolly sound of the accordion,
Conversations in the pleasant atmosphere,
Language that I always want to hear,
Full of melodies language of France,
Language of poetry, songs and romance.
Lunch at the tavern was fine,
And had delicious meats and pungent cheese.
The lace of a cloud was flying
High above the emerald trees.
I remember the crisp fresh air
And the skies turquoise blue.
What a place to meditate,
Sing thanksgiving joyous praise,
And bring on the blessings to you.
Author's comments: I wrote this poem shortly after I took a tour of the Williamsburg
Winery and had lunch at the tavern there on August 29, 2010.
When I was a child, I made a vow not to drink wine or other alcohol until I meet and hug
my grandfather. I developed my love of cooking from my great-grandmother,
faithful Catholic, and my mother, Angela Lucienne Bani, both excellent and inspiring cooks. French cuisine is my mother's favorite. I flavor food with wine, but I never drink wine because I have not yet met my grandfather. I look forward to meeting my grandfather and sharing a glass of wine with my grandfather.
I dedicate my poem to my wonderful, greatly loved grandfather and to my saintly angelic mother, Angela Lucienne Bani, the most beautiful and fascinating woman in the world.
Angela Lucienne Bani
May God bless our business to be a blessing