My Ode To the Netherlands
My knowledge of The Netherlands
Came from a beloved children's book.
I found the tale quite so charming
I wanted to take a close look
At a land that could spawn a child
As brave and as strong as was he.
Hans with his finger in the dike
Was a folklore hero to me
And when he won his silver skates,
I was filled with an honest pride.
My book fell apart and my dream
Of sailing away on the tide.
At home in The United States.
We raise tulips on our estates.
4/26/14
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