At a very early age he sat in a rowingboat under this bridge, his heart thumpingin his chest, frightened by the thundering roarof the passing train.
Never get off in Roosendaal !
There's a blue train a'coming.
" The earth meets the sky over the hill",I was told by a sparrow with a bump on its head. ( Ivor Cutler )
The herd moves cautiously ahead.
How green ishis valley.
dead end train
For breakfast he had one sandwich and a halfand wondered if he would ever get used to hisnew set.
Blackbirds are daft.
The sound of children playing.Of water splashing.Of the patter of feet.Embedded in rustling leaves.Kissed by the sun.
Is thereanybody out there?
The impressiveMister 14strikes again.
The neighbour'sgrasscan't be greener.
Bend me shape meanywayyou want me.
All the lonely bottles.Where do they all come from.
Awaiting the fatigued traveller.
There are many ways to cross your legs.
Mark the contrast.