Ode to Guinness
Down Wicklow way the pour begun,
To mate with Ceres at river's run,
Flowing soft, cold, to Dublin Towne,
In history's tuns to settle down.
Flaked barley roast, hop bite, yeast slow,
The fruits reborn in creamy flow,
Into the glass, a liquid caress,
The sum, perfect Guinness… refresh.
- Brian Carter