4 AM

It is 4 am…
The sun remains asleep,
And when the party’s over,
And most of us bathe in our dreams.
Le Boulanger finds in the dawn,
The energy to go beyond,
A raw worker, he could be called,
Making good use of the oldest techniques
To create something that is always unique,
An art maker, he should be called.
While the sunbeam caresses your eyes,
The bread gets ready, like a golden rise.
The work is done, flower’s on the ground.
“-Une baguette s’il vous plaît!”
Enjoy… let me introduce the “Boulanger”