Water of Life

[Gerry]

The smell from the giant tunne filled to the brim
Would turn a weak stomach from far away
The malt and the barley bubbling along
The paddles turning and churning
Then the creamy liquid drained to the still
The kettles are heated and in she flows
The steam it is gathered and processed below
The spirit safe locked but there to be seen
The water like liquid pours steadily through
Three times she is steamed to purity comes
Then into oak casks to be hidden in stores
A distiller needs patience as well as the skill
But many years later the golden cask pours
The Water of Life for all to behold.

By Gerry Temple