Under foot. Ramblings above Minerve Gray days Where the clouds take their leisure And the sun might have a chance And you are stuck, in your car, on the road Like a fly on glass, skating over the imaginary Possible The vineyard with its white linens Pruned back, soldiers in an army So you get out, take a breath And another Underfoot they are dancing The flowers taking the first reel And you are the maypole ©Giles Denmark March 17, 2008   Minervois holiday rental with pool | South France Guide | Minervois Properties for Sale More LANGUEDOC POETRY WALKS