Oiseaux, les abeilles, et des papillons
Abordent les fleurs
Violet, rouge, jaune, et de plus
Et il est difficile de dire
Qui est d’avoir le plus de plaisir
Oiseaux, abeilles, papillons, fleurs
Ailes, pieds, becs, piqûre
Pistils, pétales, ovaires
En français ou en anglais
C’est la langue du printemps
©A. D. Joyce, 2014
A. D. Joyce 
My high school French is very rusty, but with a little help from Google translator, your spring poem is lovely! Thanks, Adriene!
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Much thanks, Tamara! My high school French is rusty as well, so Google translate gave me a lot of help! I wonder how the French reads to someone who is fluent in the language. 🙂
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Nice! I didn’t know you could speak French. 🙂 Très jolie poème de printemps.
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Merci, Chris! Years removed from my classes, my French is rudimentary. So I should have given Google Translate equal billing! 🙂
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