Face au midi, bien adoss\u00e9e
\n\u00c0 l\u2019ancien \u00e9tang f\u00e9odal
\nDont elle \u00e9paule la chauss\u00e9e,
\nElle fut le moulin banal<\/p>\n
O\u00f9 deux ou trois pauvres villages
\nEt quelques petits mas perdus,
\nAvec leurs maigres attelages
\nPlusieurs si\u00e8cles sont descendus<\/p>\n
Moudre, au tic tac vieillot et gr\u00eale
\nD\u2019un m\u00e9canisme tr\u00e9buchant,
\nTout ce que la d\u00eeme ou la gr\u00eale
\nLaissaient de seigle sur leur champ\u2026<\/p>\n
Mais lorsque le soc populaire
\nD\u00e9mantela le vieux ch\u00e2teau,
\nEt que, sous un flot de col\u00e8re,
\nSon granit roula du coteau,<\/p>\n
Mon a\u00efeul, \u2015 un Jacques Bonhomme
\nTr\u00e8s longtemps meunier chez autrui, \u2015
\nAyant \u00e9t\u00e9 tr\u00e8s \u00e9conome,
\nPut devenir meunier chez lui.<\/p>\n
Il acheta l\u2019humble ruine,
\nPrit la truelle du ma\u00e7on,
\nEt fit un moulin \u00e0 farine
\nDe l\u2019antique moulin de son,<\/p>\n
Exhaussa le tout d\u2019un \u00e9tage
\nLarge, a\u00e9r\u00e9, plein de soleil,
\nD\u2019o\u00f9 l\u2019on entend le caquetage
\nDe la tr\u00e9mie \u00e0 son r\u00e9veil ;<\/p>\n
Puis cr\u00e2nement, sur la toiture,
\nComme un noble arbore un blason,
\nD\u2019une meule en miniature
\nIl girouetta sa maison.<\/p>\n
Il planta \u2015 car celui qui plante
\nA foi vraiment en l\u2019avenir \u2015
\nDes arbres \u00e0 croissance lente
\nQui font durer le souvenir,<\/p>\n
Et qui, maintenant s\u00e9culaires,
\nSur le vieux toit courb\u00e9s du vent,
\nParlent \u00e0 voix hautes et claires
\nDe l\u2019anc\u00eatre en eux survivant\u2026<\/p>\n
Il prit femme ; et ma bonne a\u00efeule
\nSe mit \u00e0 l\u2019\u0153uvre sans fa\u00e7ons,
\nBer\u00e7ant au refrain de sa meule
\nTrois filles et quatre gar\u00e7ons<\/p>\n
Qui remplirent de cris, de joies,
\nDe luttes et de jeux sans fin
\nLa maison, le p\u00e2tis aux oies
\nEt tous les halliers du ravin,<\/p>\n
Puis si vaillamment essaim\u00e8rent
\nEt si ga\u00eement, quoique pieds nus,
\nQue des vieillards qui les aim\u00e8rent
\nSont fiers de les avoir connus\u2026<\/p>\n
C\u2019est l\u00e0 ma maison paternelle,
\nC\u2019est l\u00e0 le nid qui m\u2019a berc\u00e9 :
\nQue ne puis-je y ployer mon aile
\nEt n\u2019y vivre que du pass\u00e9 ?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[174],"poems-book":[830],"poemes-theme":[345,141],"poete":[742],"class_list":["post-16097","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-174","poems-book-fleurs-de-genets","poemes-theme-campagne","poemes-theme-travail","poete-francois-fabie"],"yoast_head":"\n