CHILDREN…. BOTTOM….
With you, small children of these remote grounds,
Who need so much, as well need as you are loved…
One chooses, appears it, the place of its birth,
Then me I chose to be born in France.
You know the war, the fear, misery,
Hunger, the disease, so much of evils of the ground;
And your large open eyes seem to say:
“why I live so much of misfortunes? ” answer, explains me! With these small children, but also with largest,
I carry my message: their to say that I hear
Their so keen demand, their call to the help,
And that I want to fill this great lack of love.
I will meet you because I want to know you,
I will go in your schools, to dialogue and can be to say to
You that it is possible, by your correspondences, to become friendly schoolboys of France.
