Here where you see a green valley

And a road half-covered with grass,

Through an oak wood beginning to bloom

Children are returning home from school.

In a pencil case that opens sideways

Crayons rattle among crumbs of a roll

And a copper penny saved by every child

To greet the first spring cuckoo.

Sister’s beret and brother’s cap

Bob in the bushy underbrush,

A screeching jay hops in the branches

And long clouds float over the trees.

A red roof is already visible at the bend.

In front of the house father, leaning on a hoe,

Bows down, touches the unfolded leaves,

And from his flower bed inspects the whole region.