Walking along the canal poetic snapshots

A long straight gap, filled with water;

float boats

sail ships

under bridges

to connect, harbour to harbour, town to town

and the banks pass...

High shores covered with weed and tiny trees

It is a hard life ashore,

grab the marl walls in wind and storm, and wave

Goodbye to the skipper, or Hello...

So long distance, white cloudy sky;

seems the world endless as it is.

Fierce woods walk over the ridge,

trees march upfront

Hurrah, I say, and lift my stick,

the mighty stick that walks me by

Dogs bark, a warning for me,

for the ships,

for all that passes

So you know where this town is waiting for

Not for me, not for its houses,

but for that what will be brought

and delivered…