Belgium Bluebells

Walking paths in early April with sunlight shining down...

Carefree and feathered... I walk on the Paths  in the 

Hallerbos in Belgium where Spring breaks through... 

dreaming of warm weather where memories bloom...  

The Netherlands with Windmills are close by as Tulips 

caress the memory of Van Gogh and his painting 

of a Starry Night... 

 

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

Once having hiked through a forest of Belgian bluebells makes this poem a special read. In that same journey it was also quite an experience to be swallowed up in field upon field of Holland's tulips. A bit sad was not being able to enter Vincent's museum as I was short of the entrance fee at the time in guilders during those pre-Euro travels. Beautiful poem to go with unforgettable memories. Thanks for sharing.

[Patricia Wedel]

Thank you Frederick… lovely that you visited The Netherlands.. Love 💗 the Windmills and Tulips. gently, Pat

[Red Brick Keshner]

It was a lovely time backpacking around the Netherlands! Even attempted to buy my own klompen but when I tried them on would rather have them to look at rather than wear so got smaller decorative ones instead. LOL!

[Patricia Wedel]

When I was in grade school, my Mother managed a small Restaurant close to Washington, D.C. on the Border of Maryland where I grew up. Her Cook was from The Netherland and gave her beautiful hand painted Wooden Shoes. He was a Great Personality and Cook. There was an old Wooden phonograph that play Lon-playing Records of Strauss Waltz' such as the Blue Danube Waltz. A Canary in a Cage would sing along and the Patrons loved the Atmosphere. tenderly, Pat

[Red Brick Keshner]

Oh that is a wonderful childhood memory! It would also make an excellent short film or a segment of a longer film. And of course, for poetry. Thanks for sharing Pat. /Freds.

[Patricia Wedel]

Yes, Fred’s… the four years or so spent at the Restaurant. Very close to our home we’re happy times with healthy food. The upstairs of a Converted Home served as the Bakery and Office in a separate Room. As the Bread and Pies and Cakes were baked.. the open Windows allowed the fragrance to float through and people came from The Nations Capital across the Birder of Washington, D.C. and Takoma Park, Maryland. So began my Life of loving Food and Music 🎶 as well as the Poetry of beautiful people. Hugs, Pat

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Your words create a calm and serene picture in my mind.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Dale… I appreciate knowing that my words have created a peaceful feeling. gently, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Folks, although we have Seasons before Spring, it is comforting to know that eventually Spring will burst through with Blossoms of Butterflies winging their way to April, May and June ... the Author Pat