Whiskey

In the beginning there was bread
Bread from grain then from that grain
Whiskey

Kiln dried, it’s Irish you see
So the whiskey is spelled with a ‘e’

In Scotland it’s boiled over twice
In Ireland once more – distilled thrice

In a barrel three years to gain flavor
Then two drops of water to savour

From grain to whiskey to the artisan, the cooper, the barrel maker
Near forgotten skills of staves, croze, the chine

And so it came to pass on this Monday afternoon
A day from rain to a drop of water
Jameson Cooper’s Croze
In sunlight, amongst flowers
And talk
Of Whisky
And Whiskey