A silver snake slipping between green hills
Red and white houses looking out over the water.
A flock of birds skim across the silent river
And time slows as we float past vine-covered slopes.
Regiments of ripening grapes line the terraces
And in every village a lego-like church spire
Points skywards – while we glide below a bridge
Linking each bank with structured elegance
Connecting in a swifter, busier way.