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2006 Howlin' Gale 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 Howlin' Gale  to blow in some rain!

2006 Howlin' Gale "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
Howlin' Gale

2005 Howlin' Gale 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 Howlin' Gale and family fights.

2005 Howlin' Gale 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 Howlin' Gale to blow the bastards away.

2004 Howlin' Gale 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 Howlin' Gale a lake breeze.

2004 Howlin' Gale "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 Howlin' Gale!

2003 Howlin' Gale 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 Howlin' Gale!

2003 Howlin' Gale 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 Howlin' Gale!

2003 Howlin' Gale "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 Howlin' Gale!

2002 Howlin' Gale 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 Howlin' Gale last !

2002 Howlin' Gale 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 Howlin' Gale would be a lake breeze instead.

2002 Howlin' Gale 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 Howlin' Gale!

1999 Howlin' Gale 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 Howlin' Gale.

1998 Howlin' Gale 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 Howlin' Gale.

 

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