Driving the Duoro Valley

We start the day before nature’s full sun
Another adventure, we’re on the run
Some call it work but to us it’s quite fun

Around each bend beautiful sites unfold
Each one appears special, each one quite bold
A million stories waiting to be told

Hills high above and valleys far below
River winds gently with consistent flow
When ships pass each other, their horns do blow

The terraced landscape is adorned with vines
Cultivated with love along curved lines
Grapes therein soon fermented into wines

It was a long day with early alarm
Saw something unique at every farm
As the Duoro Valley unveiled its charm

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Image: Pinhão, Portugal — View of Duoro Valley from our lunch table at Casal de Loivos, October 12, 2021 (aka Day 29 of 42 Days On The Iberian Peninsula)

Linked to dVerse – Poetics –Pounding the Pentameter!, where Ingrid is hosting and challenged us to write a poem in iambic pentameter.