My beloved Douro Valley
The land where warm Sun sleep,
Vines and oak trees to greet.
Walls made in the past,
Grapes growing fast.
Love the vines,
Portuguese king planted pines.
My Douro River,
A friend and a giver.
Place where port is made,
British put it on trade.
Lovely flavor,
Share with your neighbor.
The region with natural charm,
Producers without a farm.
Douro valley in a good mood,
Wine pairing well with food.
Warmest regards.
Victor Marques
Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 4:00 AM UTC
My beloved Douro Valley
The land where warm Sun sleep,
Vines and oak trees to greet.
Walls made in the past,
Grapes growing fast.
Love the vines,
Portuguese king planted pines.
My Douro River,
A friend and a giver.
Place where port is made,
British put it on trade.
Lovely flavor,
Share with your neighbor.
The region with natural charm,
Producers without a farm.
Douro valley in a good mood,
Wine pairing well with food.
Warmest regards.
Victor Marques
vines, wine
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