Capestang Walk On the footpath Before Capestang Where the rolling road from Roueire Wrestles with the bristles of plane trees I stand Water cold Driven by the wind How it pummels even the intrepid walker But the sun is bright And the world is glad Forget the Sunday market The barges jostling in the port And look upward to the Church A fortress amongst the vineyards Look how it has stood against the marauders Stoic, even against the serpentine villa invaders With their quick walls, and the bit of green to call home. The footpath twig strewn, waiting for the walker One foot in front of the other Important steps. Careful how you tread! ©Giles Denmark March 16, 2008   Capestang holiday rental with pool | South France Guide | Canal du Midi Properties for Sale More LANGUEDOC POETRY WALKS