The tomato garden

The birds began their light music;

The trees exchanged the first chafer;

And we saw in the distance passing a shepherdess

Who kept a flock of mist and sheep.

The grass was bathed in a bath of dew;

The sun was rising on today’s day;

Each leaf seemed, by the morning, dew,

And the freshness of yesterday was sleeping on every fruit.

In a flower bed bordered with sorrel,

The artichokes grew majestically;

On the wall above a currant bush,

The chasselas powdered with lime hung;

Rosemonde Gérard Rostand

Recueil : "Les Pipeaux