Category Archives: Pipe & Tobacco Poetry

Oh, Virginia, You simple machine, Gatherer of the Sun, The sweetness of soil, Of early frosts, And gentle April showers. Collector of men’s passion, Sweat and toil, tax and labor. Precursor of war, And bearer of treatise (…as long as the grass shall grow, and the rivers may run). With careless match I release you, […]

Ankur Sharma This tender summer night With full moon in sight And stars all twinkling bright           My pipe’s well alight           It sets everything right. My cares, all my troubles Are blown away like bubbles My contentment doubles           With every puff I take           Of this lovely burley-flake. The smoke wiggles and curls […]