Uva di Sant'Anna

In Italy, a land so grand, A grape is grown across the land, Luglienga is its name, With history, it lays claim. From Piedmont, it did arise, A grape that's loved by many eyes, Its vines stretch far and wide, With flavors that can't hide. Luglienga, so sweet and fair, A table grape beyond compare, Its clusters, like pearls they gleam, In the sun's golden beam. From vineyard to table, it goes, A grape that everyone knows, Some use it to make wine, A taste that is truly divine. So let us raise a glass and cheer, To Luglienga, oh so dear, A grape that brings us joy and cheer, With every sip, it's crystal clear. Random page: FTRA