Tea and Tilleuls Part Three

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PART TWO CLICK HERE

Mogette La Deux-Chevaux Coquette
When she is on the roads
Of La Belle France
Adores le morning tea-time:
Casserole...
Camping-Gaz, water bouillonnant...

Souvent...
Un moment
Of réfléxion...

Mogette visited Oradour in 2000 and in 2018

CUP OF TEA CONVERSATION...

"Proprio" Dixit Mogette
In perfume of  tea and tilleul flowers...

"I know Proprio, that you do not forget
That today is the anniversaire
Of the massacre d'Oradour...

And you are thinking
Of the six hundred and forty-two victimes
And that they did not spare the children"...

"Yes, my dear Mogette"
Came Proprio's réplique
Between tea and tears...

"And of notre passage
en avril
Deux Mille
When we met
A man called Jean
In the Church of Oradour..."

"Ah oui"
Répondit La Deuche
"That is another Story, Une Autre Histoire..."

Et Proprio poursuivit
And carried on
in sombre tone...

"I was thinking that,
 in this moderne monde politique
Of bouffonneries and frivolités, corrosives et pathétiques,
of indifférence électorale...
We must not forget
That on our Continent;
This must never happen again"...

Silence.

Et Mogette pensa
A l'histoire de Srebrenica
And of the impuissance, the powerlessness,
In nineteen-ninety-five
Of our Union Européenne

And Mogette kept her silence, too...

Then, as proprio packed the Camping Gaz away
And in the PRESENT day

Mogette et son propriétaire
Finished their tasse de thé, there
In Melle
Jolie bourgade
Of ancient Mines d'Argent
Of églises romanes classés
Au patrimoine UNESCO de L'Humanité

And of écologie citoyenne.

Here is a photograph

Click on Mogette to visit Melle (3 minutes)

Of the Allée of Tilleuls
Collection Nationale
Peaceful, paisible
Et précieux
A place where there was no-one, personne
To perturb
 Quiet réfléxion...
And to conclude that the future
Is with our children,
Our grandchildren
And their
éducation...

Et Mogette, In Arboretum et Arcadia, elle
Sans vouloir idéaliser...
Concluded that, today, in Melle

Notre Europe,
Belle,
Et un peu compliquée

Continue
to
S'inventer.

And,
With our implication
Our Histoire
Writes

Itself...

On this Pentecostal lundi...
In our Europe of second décennie
Of twenty-first century
La Vie...
Even with its désillusions and its distractions pathéto-politiques
La Vie
Elle...
... aussi...
(Et même en mauvaise poésie)
Like Tea
And Tilleuls
Surtout and above all else...
...est
Magnifique.