2011 - Day 176

Oak-like with a touch of plastic
Flavors in the barnyard,
Subtle hints of worm farm soil
To taste the flavors can be hard.
Close your eyes and open your nose
The aromas seep through your pores,
Tilt the glass back
Give in to the taste,
Barbeque chips, margarine and more.
From time to time
You come across
Salty asparagus pepper,
Or tractor hay with a hint of feet,
A multitude of flavor.
Some you'll enjoy
While others not so,
At the end you might have a favorite,
But really the point
Of the whole expedition
To create a memory to marinate.