Our Place

Notre Dame de Cenilly 

 

Just another little village in the bocage.
A scattering of houses
in a hodge podge of styles.
Church with spire and mairie,
salle de fêtes and school,
epicerie and boulangerie,
as is the rule.
The inevitable coiffeur
gives ladies the local look –
tight perm and matt red hair.
There is of course  a garage
for fuel and maintenance
and where we buy our car.
All criss-crossed with tracks
trees and hedgerows, cows and fields of maize.
The jewel in the village crown,
les gars – the chaps – run les Garmelles:
la Poste, bar, meeting and eating place,
not beautiful to look at,
but the heart of Notre Dame.
Bocage is farmland with uneven sized and shaped fields separated by hedges and trees, typical of Normandy.  A gamelle is a cooking pot, hence the pun in the name of the brasserie.

 

At Poetry Jam, they want us to go local with a poem about what makes our place special.  Also linked to dVerse Poets Open Link Night.