The Noddy Land

The noddy land Reality is more than we see in an everyday happening It stretches further into another dimension we call dreams but are vital in living life. What my ghostwriter tries to say is: dreams come true. I was back in the valley where I used to live and was greeted by old friends who only appear in dreams asked me where I had been; if I told they would think I was dreaming and looked alarmed; has he gone ga, ga. Footwear is a must in the valley, which is free of cars I had been the shoemaker making shoes for the ball and clogs for everyday use when walking on streets of cobblestone in the valley’s little town. In this valley, only those who do practical work are leaders, who get to vote, say, the tillers of the soil and the men and women who make the food edible distribute sustenance and feed the people soundly. The people in my valley are peaceful and friendly go to bed early, follow the pattern of the climate this also makes them dull; when I’m well rested return to the turbulence of earthly days and love.