Fire cracked and flames rose
while the water gained heat.
Natures elements are harnessed
to prepare for the feat.

The man stood by the kettle
as liquid brewed within
the hard steel outer surface,
much like his own skin.

Steam rose from the rim
as the man stared and thought
of the lessons in brewing
that he had been taught.

The time was upon him
to add to the brew..
The man stood ready,
as he knew what to do.

Brew after brew,
though thoroughly enjoyed,
was only once then gone,
the ongoing void.

The kettle sits empty
once brew day is done.
The man and the kettle
have both become one.

~ Written on December 1st 2009 by brewer  skotmigloorcloseAuthor: skotmigloor Name:
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About: I recall my first sip of beer very fondly. At a very early age I was watching a baseball game with my father, and he noticed I was curious as to the colorful red and white canned beverage in his hand and finally offered me a sip. At that point I felt like I was a part of something special. As I was never able to touch those elusive drinks prior to that moment, I felt like a grown man, sipping the sudsy elixir with my dad watching sports on the tv screen. That was a one time event though, and it wasnt until my teen years when I realized the magical effects beer can have at social functions. I became enamored immediately with the level of fun that can be had while drinking what I also had confessed was the most refreshing drink in existence. After years of experimenting with every drink available to me, I have found my tastes and preferences have matured. Still, more so than ever I am driven by the quest to find the ultimate beverage. Though I know there is no such thing I am always trying something new to find my favorites. I enjoy variety, and also believe the only way to discover truly what you enjoy the most is by trying everything you can. Not only do you learn about the various styles and flavors associated with the many kinds of beer, but you also learn what you like as well as what perhaps you are not particularly fond of. There is a time and a mood for just about any style of beer crafted today, and the more you experience the better you are prepared to suit your own tastes. I love beer, pure and simple.See Authors Posts (49) ~

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