Laughing at French drivers we cruise
Eating pastries so cheap (hey it’s not Paris),
Rum cakes so strong I gasp
Strawberry tarts so fresh I sing for more
Soft eclairs stuffed with chocolate so rich
It could buy a chateau.
A fuzzy ball of meringue,
And a shiny rectangle of custard.
We drove along sharing this our lives, our pastries
In the Loire Valley
Passing soft pastures and peeps of castles,
Of mansions, of chateaux, of the future
I glimpsed it here,
A reflection along the slow-moving Loire,
Our hearts were open
Along forest grounds we walked with our royal dog,
Through thick trees and bushes of labyrinths,
Copious gardens of roses and a field of four donkeys (who loved a good scratching), into
Caves full of wine and a chateau full of time, of the past, of queens’ sighs
Open bedrooms of big white flowers
Their smell floats through gilded corridors
Past copper pots and boars heads,
Velvet walls and kings’ beds,
We walked, we floated, we drove, we lived
Here in the Valley of la Loire, we lived.
Twilight set in by a tiny chapel
The Renaissance Man is in
Reflected there, in the river, we lived…
…and then drove on.