HIKE UP 2012-04-08 Under the chestnut trees, up the slopes The angel with the sprained ankle hopes The virgin he’ll meet will find the unicorn. Up in the clouds the clown can’t get down If truth be told, he looks like Ronald But don’t tell him. He has a sword, Excalibur calls in the granite stones The little streams, their waters sing in between Moments when metal clashes and thunder strikes. Roger the badger hurries to his lair. Somewhere there’s Prospero who’s there And the knights of Ni know what your name is. There is green moss on old oak trunk A turnip-looking moon rises, The bean stalk starts Up and up. The bard says the world is out of joint. Pascal Legrand Visiteurs : 248 Back to home