When I first heard of him I was living in England at the time. I was going through a difficult time, discovering who I really was, experiencing new friendships in a totally different environment compared to where I grew up. It is important I tell you about the setting as you will understand how much this meant for me.
Following my decision last year to publish all English poetry I’ve written at my website I have been toying with the idea to make some of it available in the Apple iBook Store. I am going to publish an iBook with 10 poems selected from my recent work. But which ones shall I choose?
Breakfast in Meijepolder Castle is always fun. Cheerful and happy children making their lunch singing getting ready for school. They always close doors real quietly and I get hugs and kisses when they leave for school. Never ever do I have to tell them to hurry up and they never forget to clean the crumbs from the table or bring their plate and knifes and cups back to the kitchen. Everyone should wish they have such examples of fine children in their house that’s how well behaved they are. It was a pleasure again this morning I am telling you. It has made my day already.
It’s a mystery, nobody knows how this shattered rubber ball ended up in our house after the burglar alarm went off twice this morning. Weird, strange, almost … supernatural.
And then there’s this thing about the colour: it is supposed to be transparent blue. But -except for one- all pieces that broke off are colourless!
WWI 1914 – 1918. 100 years ago.
265248 Private Robert John Smith of the 9th Battalion, Norfolk Regiment, died in Flanders fields, 21/03/1918, Born in Mattishall, Norfolk. Enlisted in Norwich, Norfolk. Gerry Francis’ Granddad. Great Granddad of Annette and Chris and Malcolm. He and so many others gave their lives for us. We will never forget.
100 Years ago there was no reason
For killing 100 Soldiers on a day or more
100 Years today
There are 100 reasons
That we’ve learned from 100 Years before
To live another 100 years again
Without a war
You can hardly see them, these little things behind my ears. This week I got hearing aids. For years now I have been experiencing hearing loss and I kept asking others -mostly my wife- to repeat what they were saying to me as I couldn’t understand it straight away.
People have been trying to reach me in numerous ways over the last ten years, talking slowly, loud, slowly and loud, spelling it out, getting irritated with me or becoming angry with me because I could not confirm what was said.
Last night I wanted to close the roller blinds in our bed room a little bit more but it didn’t lock and went straight to the top where I could only just reach it on my tip toes. Butt naked.
Well, I had to decide in a split second wether to grab above or below and I chose the thingy on the blinds. And then I noticed a neighbour walking his dog in the street.
I love this little car, my Microcar M.Go. It’s compact so whenever I go out, in this case for my photography hobby, I can just park it anywhere I like.
There’s always a little patch of grass next to the road big enough to put it on and grab my camera.
This picture is taken from the platform at the Railway Station last night. I went to school here in Amersfoort, the place where I live now. When I was a boy those fences on the right in the picture weren’t there and neither weren’t there any buildings. Just flat grass land.