Hist

Words in Amsterdam far from the quietness of Zen
This land of smoke and mirrors with houses that stand, or lean
Front to back, side to side; five, six, even seven floors high

There goes another tram, Judaism thus crossed by fen
In this hall of talk and jitters, tales that demand, or mean
Leave some slack, take a ride; thrive, fix, why heavens nearby


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Vittles

Less clear the beer in the restaurant
No fear
We have had our photographs taken already



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On Landing

Is there phlegm when you cough the doctor asked
Are there bicycles in Amsterdam I should have said

Is the warm head another sign of my illness
Do the busy places always burn so brightly

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Let Vacation Begin

Talk is of snowboards

Skateboards without wheels offers the grey haired older man

Father of the middle aged son who is doing most of the talking

Utah apparently is a good place

I therefore presume that these folks are related to the founding fathers

Descendants of those Boston pilgrims; why else would they be in Humberside Airport 

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In fighting practice

I have moved into the shade
Although the paper
Is still in dappled sunlight
And the shadow of thumb and pencil
Move across the page

The apple tree spreads across more
Than half the garden
On the day before the 4th July
The tree is so very heavily ladened
Though still yet to ripen

The fruits will fall
Some already have
And in the trees many years
Or even more years
Many more fruits have fallen

Yet each summer
And this one in particular
Life returns in abundance
Once again growth springs into beings
Love is here & love is all around us

Overhead
The dull groan of an aeroplane
Memories of two days ago
On the Lincolnshire Wolds
A most peaceful place on earth

Where two jet fighters
In a fighting practice
Two pilots
Moving at many
Hundreds of miles an hour

Where were they going
What were they to know
Showing their skills
Way above the farmer
With his plough

With his rake
With his seed
He moves ever so slowly
Studiously he takes time
He waits for the season

His reason is clear


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