The Distant Rampart

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Toward the lock we lean

Through narrow water of green

Along the canal, grand yet small

Under bridges, large not tall

With rouge in hand we laugh

See the splendour of the châteaux we pass

Scenery, like fine art

A glimpse of the distant rampart

At dawn we foot to near attraction

And a slice of local interaction

At sunset, in the galley we sit

Pouilly-Fumé and duck confit

In time we must depart

Good friends, and the distant rampart