Acrostic

Fr ormigu res is a delightful hamlet really very very nice,
O not long ago, with the grandparents, we come to there often.
R intensify pleasures and cool memories but without getting old.
White M aisonn e on floor, anchored at the entrance, of the small village.
I l made good smell the smell of crescents cooked over instant
Lined up G arage, walked along snowy, planted fir, they arrived.
U not alleyway, so nice, located between the pastry, the hardware shop.
E T square as winter, Home Imbert " changed us of the sea.
R call you! Their tenderness, their kindness, and the Goddess,
E t the Alsatian was always present, every other minute.
S ages, they were sages for our age, I pay tribute to them.

M ais every morning, the boot in the Lake of Matemale was made,
In vec installed tent, moored Inflatable dinghy and knowledgeable fishing poles,
t oute the family scattered, one sent, the tapestry work, this goes to me.
E n shorts and small tricot, bike and bathing were recommended,
M me a walk in forest where the cool wood was allowed to pick up.
At h, the sail, the wind filled the cloth, such a magical, nautical ski.
L has day in Perthus, prospectuses, Spain wins at us.
E t every summer, activities were appreciated and they went back up to it.

P endant the winter, it was Hell! They got some fresh air, it is clear!
Was there a lot of snow? What a carousel in the chair lift!
R apidement was swallowed, good lunch gave again to us wings
E t in Font-Romeu, it was earned, they pealed out in Blueberries.
n ous were both adorable, tireless, inseparable,
E t all our youth was guided by this sacred goddess.
E n growing, Angles were more than impressing,
S are coloured eggs and tirefesses gold, this puts on edge, the speed.

O n climbed the summit and in night, all went back down.
R egardez the price of fixed rates, it was really inexpensive paid.
I l has there for a long time, for a long time they were in twenty francs.
E ntre two newly thrown snows, the broken wrist.
n ous also saw the birth of Formigu res, whole.
t enant cable at the end of arm, they did not stop, nice.
At h, we were the kings of the track, well what, of artists.
L and harmed, polishes her up, practice, warmed up feet to us down,
E t panelled barracks where they slept in stacked bed.
S euls, lighted by a f nestrou, he illuminated us of a blow!

S i you knew the good instants which we crossed!
E t during all these years in the firmament, they were there
t endresse, kindness, at pleasure, nothing missed us
E t our parents crammed and on us, 400 blows were made.

V oici the time to engrave this marvellous instant
E n been, my look undressed you very fast
R ecevant a shock, the thunderbolt, of course
O h, here I fell in love, simply
n aturelle, I right away connected you, interested
I ntrigu e by your peace, your ideas, you pleased me.
Q uoi of more splendid? would have p arrive at us
U not time when you gave in to curiosity, I yielded
E n presenting itself mutually by way of deep friendship

Admire them, forlorn, in the middle of the pond,
As very too badly fastened buoys,
They are allowed to fondle, pamper by the wind,
Be taken and to hesitate by current.

The sun addresses them its ocean of tenderness.
With the white neck, these birds are elegant.
Some shouting of pleasure, and an instant of desire
So much touching, this spring instant.

In flight of wing but they are everywhere at home.
On the roof of houses, on our pretty balconies.
They are seen, to go for a walk in alleyways,
Sometimes here, rummage around in our garbage cans.

During day, when the time allows it,
They are regrouped on the cleaned lawn.
It is the headquarters where takes place the festival.
The stadium is enlivened, purposes are kept well.

J E "lay" all day long, that's true
E t it is a culinary delight, a Normal festival

P arler of Love and of sacred Friendship
O u recall his feelings, bluntly
n ul cannot prevent me from it, it is anchored
D written as a therapy, a desire
S oudaine, serene, I am the owner of a manor

t ant of things to be said and described
O h, I have imagination, without laughing
U not nice passion, I must say it
t ous named subjects showed
E ntre other, than life is so pretty

L has be crunchy with relish, really
Every other minute and any time

J olie as a heart filled with happiness and with softness
O the breeze sends me a peck, for me, it goes without saying
u n kiss, outstanding and in the neck, in our depend
R ire and smile discreet, that's right beauty and me, I have it
N one, put to sleep, hidden from the hollow of its small cosy nest
E t if you found her, share it in any simplicity
E nfin, think of revealing never your secret garden.

S are twenty springs, is important,

In vec Bertrand, his such a delightful darling.

B one birthday, our most sincere wishes,

R avie to live small smile pretty, laugh,

I l needs to use it from day to day my Love.

n E never forget him, you are loved, with this poem,
In crostiche extemporised, for my favourite doe.

Bertrand

The sun was dressed gold, shimmers as a treasure.
He fondles us, with delicacy and delicacy.
In this very green but such a clear huge ocean,
Seaweeds, foam, dance under the fog.

The wind blows extremely and it is cool outdoors.
The sky is blue, clouds are happy.
In coloured forms, blended greys-whites,
A barbouillage, on the page of colouring.

The water of the pond rebels, always with renewed vigour.
She jumps and throws herself over the big rocks,
To spray better to prevent me from taking for a walk.
I stay, planted with my K there. Way to admire him.

The small bluish gondola turns endiabl e waltz,
While the orangy buoys are anchored well.
The diver lets himself go, with his yellow palms,
His mask and tuba, it dives dives again and here is!

Facing this pier, the water fondles the employed pebbles,
Continuously, in regular, the unknown gets a foothold.
She crosses the long channel, runs away towards the channel,
And squeezes in, quiet, towards our pretty peninsula.

Its majesty the sea gulls use the storm.
They are allowed to glide, take in the course of current,
As elegant kites run by the wind
And quickly settle fact, on the well cleaned paths.

Miss here is inspired, and my feather wants to share everything.
Harmony in my pretty paradise, it is all my life.
My eyes are cheerful because this marvellous landscape
This pretty poem deserved, which looked younger to us all.

V ive our Veronica with her acrostic
E lle blows up of joy, they say here she doe!
R esplendissante, deafening, living!
O will she stop our nice swallow?
n ich e in the Holy Mount - Clear she displays the wings
I nvente of other worlds, takes us in trip
Q ue of dreams they discover following his wake
U not barefaced chance follows it in these days
E t we wish him that this always lasts!

R gine and Christian (from Dole and from S te)

P uisqu' it is necessary to mean him to you in writing, you are really very gifted; it is said!
In vec your flute which runs across, opened out, you exceed the frontier, unworried
n ul will not dare to contradict me, without laughing, you always take it with smile.
t ous in daytimes, you say to him: Good morning, my friend, a small turn, this is enough for you !
H has, here is! Spun sounds, various ranges, exercises with or without difficulties.
E nfin! Partitions and pronunciations even nuances lead dance.
O n appreciates he him in harmony, he is nice and often gives us his opinion
N one! In The Pantheon of Music and in when the academic bobbles?

D epuis that I know him, there is some years it, I have him in my sides,
E t always gift and in the wind it is part of Big, now.

L E Офис adopted him unanimously, this is there, we could finally wedge it

H has token? Not He am always compliant and unpretentious
In repetition every Monday, we chatter as magpies pelettes
Distorted R emarque, it is not true! In the first rank, they mildly listen.
Filled well M oment, it is guaranteed! They are delighted, in the Harmony of S te
O n makes us of CD, babies, and DVD, which it is possible to see each other playing?
N one, I teased! I find that you make it very enough, to help us
I l do not need to go too far! If each puts in it his, then, everything will go very well
E t somebody passes to shadow , please, as would say that I know!

V oici the small memory,
E t with a pretty sourir!
Scamp of neighbour R egard,
O Bernard, teasing, clever.
N one! And she is transferred!
I l go to need to get me used to it.
Q uelle magical music,
U not artist, splendid
E t in traces, Veronica.

B uvant the white coffee,
O ubliant, the papers
u nique, rather strange,
Z or, and she arranges!
I maginez-la, in Angel!
G have as a chaffinch,
u n whistle, a song,
E lle is always cheerful,
S ouvent so mysterious.

D they years, at pleasure,
E lle rocked me incredibly.

S i tame but particular,
E n his island, very peculiar,
t oute the life, in harmony,
E n acrostic, my doe!

C our first adventure was Our finds, yours!
In ccompagn e of a request, of course! That everything goes well!
M ais to leave S te for the wind and the cold of St Martial,
P articiper on Holiday by appreciating the Oboe, it is brilliant!
I nsouciants, we miss Sum ne, at the entrance of Ganges
n avrant! The way of the Short snowy collar the bowl! What a foot!
G entiment! Ah, the joy of the camping! Not plainly, my Angel!

C herchant a good site on the parking, what harms!
In vec the sounds of instruments, shouting Only, the moon shines
R egrettant from the bottom of heart not to have been possible anticipate noise!

C harmante day crossed in good company, unworried
At 4 am, the perch is raised for another destination!
Emptied R servoir, launched security! Broke, what a question!
I l needs to get used to change, slowly, without getting worked up.
O that they are, every time, there will always be a solution
C ela will remain an unforgettable memory, one equipped unforgettable
To ours next transferred, the water, pardi, will be part of our life