Arbracadabrant
Arbracadabra
... My arms are branches
And I sways,
Adorable, flowers and leaves related
On a whim in April articulated
gluttony In summer I am an apple
Shady storms
money Inflexible, slow,
past other charming omen
Shelter Green Mage and Olivier
I feel
Toward a big blue distant
In vain I stretch my hands
powerful chord
My home and my righteousness
Ah! I have seen so
And I heard everything I
the gnarled old oak
Plant a tree
Brehat
And a tree and brace
Where the hell are they?
Caress the tree-loving
Ris tree ants
Cherish tree friends
Lit Christmas music tied All
golden
later abandoned cemeteries
Grass Water
dark weeping trees
reprimands, burned crazy
The pine-tree so beautiful
Heart and foot trampled
Bark cauterized
Contempt of future plant
From demented arsonists
Play for them, the brass band, singing their eternal
A complaint
all children who dream
To hear crunching under their feet
foam.
Bernadette Lazard
September 2007
Lazard Bernadette wrote the poem Arbracadabrant influenced designs " Round of arteries " made by school children Lucie Aubrac Pignan
Contact: bernadettelazardAROBASyahooPOINTfr
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