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2009  "Force Ten" Shiraz
The winds have returned to this God awful place
Careful taking a piss or it’ll blow back in your face!
It can take bloody hours shutting a double gate
But at last the water’s back in the lake.
The Murray’s dead the experts let you know
Flooded their gutters before they let it flow.
Imagine if Mike’s weir was to be
The whole of the river would be an inland sea!
So it’s back to lake breezes and
Praying that Labour’s wishes never prevail!
2009
Cabernet Sauvignon
Howlin’ Gale proudly produces Cabernet and Shiraz
Modern wines leave my taste buds sour.
Graciano, Durif and Sangeovese
Drink anymore and I’ll think I’ll go crazy!
Some Shiraz they even add Viognier
Good enough only for a barby give away.
Some say they only drink Merlot
But that’s not has hard to grow as a damn Pinot.
New varieties will come and go you can bet
But
Cab is as good as you can get!
2009
'Velocity'
Cabernet Shiraz
Douglas Mawson said Antarctica was the home of the blizzard
But I’ve seen winds powerful enough to roll a sleepy lizard!
He told of winds so strong they blew icebergs out to sea
But I’ve hit golf balls into southerlies which have landed north of me!
But in all those years when Mawson was around
He never saw a blow a “septic” out of the ground!
2008 "Force Ten" Shiraz
Lake’s so low it’s starting to pong,
Which makes me think something is wong.
Motor mouth may would it be a dud?
But the king of them all is Elmer Fudd.
Kevin from heaven full of “Yes we can”!
Which brings me ‘round to the one that ran.
Spent millions on a nowhere tram,
Now they want to turn the Murray into a dam.
“Experts” are commonsense twits.
If it wasn’t for a
I would have died from the shits!
2008
Cabernet
In the middle of one balmy summer’s night
“That’s the dog’s snake bark” my wife yells in fright!
So off I set, still plainly in a state of shock
Stark naked and only wearing my crocs.
Cornered, the snake turns and prepares to strike
But the one eyed python is clearly up for the fight!
A standoff ensues between python and snake
But a blow from a shovel delivers its fate.
What this has to do with wine we’ll never know.
But please pray the python hasn’t delivered his final blow!
2007
Cabernet Sauvignon
Every year ending in “7” produces a drought.
It’s a bigger pain in the arse than dreaded gout!
Drought ravished harvest produced so few,
Each bunch of grapes only held one or two.
But the quality of wine, hell it’s great!
Don’t waste a drop, not even on a mate!
Others may win medals with all their wine
But
will blow them away, cellared with time.
2007
Shiraz
They say it’s as dry as a dead dingo’s donga,
Don’t think the Murray will flow for much longer.
They say it’s as dry as an old Arab’s fart,
Dog’s so thirsty he can no longer bark.
Because of this dry my drinking’s got stronger,
Don’t think the liver will last much longer.
Should have run a brothel full of money- making tarts,
Or even entered my poems in the “Festival of Arts”!
A lake breeze or a
we are left to ponder,
What does it matter - the bank manager’s lookin’ sombre.
2006
Cabernet
The
Dog Lake now is just sun baked mud,
Where dehydrated mossies fall with a thud.
There’s such a lack of moisture tears won’t well in my eye,
We now staple stamps on its so bloody dry!
The mining boom will keep this great country alive,
The pollies don’t care if the farmers survive.
No more lake breezes that deliver the same,
We
need
to
blow in some rain!
2006
"Force Ten" Shiraz
ODE
TO THE OLD MAN
Let
me tell you a story of our father Mick,
Legend, raconteur, jockey, owner, some slow some quick.
42 years service to the Strathalbyn Racing Club,
Greeting all with “Hello old son”, no one did he snub.
The best customer ever of this company’s wine,
Since his departure each day’s lost some of its shine.
If there is some good to come from this short vale,
At last he’s found shelter from the bloody
2005
Cabernet Sauvignon
The wind is
Howlin through the trees
You wonder how they hold their leaves.
It’s even blown away the wife’s sex drive
You wonder why we’re still alive.
Memories of lake breezes and romantic nights
Now just
and family fights.
2005 Shiraz
Down by the
lake you always pray
For the perfect still summer’s day.
Its arrival heralds mossies big enough to carry you away
A “million” flies then join in on the fray.
Once again you must solemnly pray
For a
to blow the bastards away.
2004 Cabernet Sauvignon
The big
wineries said plant more grapes.
Should have listened to the Speaker of the House
and bred monkeys and apes.
Give them more water it'll be fine!
Now the water's worth more than the wine.
Their marketing ploys no-one believes.
These people would call a
a lake breeze.
2004
"Force 10" Reserve Shiraz
Valentines'
2004, the first day we could hunt wild duck.
Should have stayed in bed and tried my luck.
Hottest day on record, 49 degrees!
Where the hell's the promised lake breeze?
You won't believe the next verse to this tale
we were even prayin' for a
!
2003 Shiraz
Hay's blown
up against the fence.
A wind like this makes no sense.
Barley's flattened to the ground.
Hat's blown away again and won't be found.
Bank Manager asks "Why for sale?".
You'd think he'd guess.. the bloody
!
2003 Cabernet Sauvignon
You may have
heard there's a bit of a wine glut.
And your wine purchases may be stuck in a rut.
So when next looking for your favourite wine
don't waste too much time.
'Cause if you are searching for the 'Holy Grail"
you have found it with this
!
2003 "Force 10" Reserve Shiraz
On a typical
Spring day as you casually glance around.
You may notice a roly poly bush approach at the speed of sound.
Instinctively you pull your hat down hard upon your head.
As the day that beckons fills the mind with dread.
All the work done will be to no avail.
A bigger overdraft's all that will be left after this bloody
!
2002
Cabernet Sauvignon
A wind so
strong its blown the dog off the chain
and poor old chooks won’t see their feathers again.
The Dust and leaves are like bullets in my face,
Why haven’t I sold this bloody place ?
Lake “breeze” a distant thought from the past,
How much longer can this
last !
2002
Shiraz
The year of
2002 every day a Nor-Westerly blew.
Then struck a Nor-Easterly, a wind we all dread,
With an almighty gust it flattened the old hay shed.
Looking to the sky my hat was blown from my head,
Praying the
would be a lake breeze instead.
2002
Rose
On a gale
force day all you hear is a roar,
As the muddied lake waters pound the shore.
Dust so bad its covering the floor,
Wife yells I can take no more.
Raising a glass, she suddenly turns pale,
Where’s the colour gone I hear her wail,
Blown away by the bloody
!
1999
Cabernet Sauvignon
On the lake
plains when a fly looses its grip,
It can take up to a week to make the return trip.
Hats are held in place by a twitch of four gauge wire.
A wind so strong it can turn a man into a liar.
A “lake breeze” oh what a tale
More like a bloody
.
1998
Shiraz
Where the
trees grow horizontal to the ground
and the dust and leaves swirl around.
Where the wind’s strong enough to turn a hay bale.
It’s not a lake breeze
It’s a bloody
.
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