THREE WEEKS OF HAPPINESS

J'écrivis ce poème à mon retour en FRANCE ( je ne prétends pas qu'il soit juste d'un point de vue linguistique mais je l'aime beaucoup tel qu'il est !)

 

 

And finally , my dream became reality

When I landed on NEW-YORK city,

The great Lady, where you feel so small

So welcome, but never lost at all.

I saw the skyscrapers, the Statue of Liberty

Standing so proud, taking care of the city.

That was just the beginning of my trip

I was feeling so fine and so deep

As I discover the beauty of Massachussetts

Maybe the prettiest of all the states

I stood and stared at this gorgeous country

Amazed, I saw a squirrel climbing a tree

I couldn't help but feel si surprised.

I really was living in paradise.

Then I met Boston, another great Lady

Where the old times remain steady

How glorious she stands on the Charles River

How proud she is, to own the " Beaver "

How could I forget such a landscape !

From my mind ,it cannot escape

How much do I miss Massachussetts

Where I spent Three weeks of happiness.

 Anne- 15 mai 1985.