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>Hi, Kees. Would it be possible to send the last two poems in the regular >way? I would like to read them. How have you been? Did you enjoy your >vacation? Barb > >============================================================================ >Barbara Patterson [log in to unmask] >HSC 2J22 905-525-9140, ext. 22403 > School of Nursing >============================================================================ Hi Barb, I didn't and did and didn't and did enjoy my vacation. How come? Well, I'll better make some time to write it all down now. We left Thursday at 14.00 hours, our place in the middle of Holland called "Seldomrest". The place looked as if it sighed when we closed the door "rest at last". We planned three days for our travelling through Belgium and France, for our destination in the Pyrenees, the mountains between France and Spain. About 1400 km travelling at ease. In France traffic Jam and Thunderstorms gave us a lot of delay, but no problem: plenty of time! Never went on vacation that relaxed, allthough a lot of work was waiting. We (Adrie, my wife and Wilco, my Son) stopped very often and enjoyed the wetter. Sleeping when the other was driving (Belgium and the northern part of France we have seen that often, that inhabitants says "oh, the Paap family is passing through, time goes fast; it's August again). Due to this traffic jam we arrived south of Paris too late to find a camping or a hotel. So we slept on parkingplaces, drove a couple of hours and slept a couple of hours again. Finally found a Gasstation, a Boucherie where we bought some croissants and were searching for a place to use the bathroom. In a bend to the right something went wrong. It wasn't a sharp bend but the end of the bend was suggested when the guard-rail ended half way the bend. What happened we never know! A blow out Tyre or a steering failure, or a black out? The car, with the tenttrailer went down 2,5 yard. I tried to use my brakes or to steer to get the combination under control. The grass was wet of the rain, the trailer was pushing us and it went too fast. Then a side-way showed up. We bunged against it, at it and over it. First the tentrailer pushed us and went it went loose it fired the car. Thanks to the car we were not injured. Just some scratches, but the car was smashed completely. One of the first thoughts which slipped into my mind, was "Waiting for an accident to happen" Well this part we didn't enjoy. But we did enjoy the trip (by train) back to Holland. We travelled by the TGV (Tres Grande Vitesse) and had a couchette (a courgette according to Wilco) in the nighttrain to Utrecht. Back home, almost three days after we left, the House stood waiting very peaceful for us. A lot of things to be arranged and the work was waiting: No vacation So I booked us a holiday house in the South of the Netherlands. had a nice week with a lot of exercise. Back home our new car a FERRARI red coloured Daihatsu Applause was waiting for us. And I'm driving not as fast as before, because It's not allowed yet, but I'm sure that when yhe first tousand kilometers are counted, i will drive as before. =========== I gather the two poems are : Morning The Morning is coming, Whit mists from the dark The singing of the Lark And my hands are still heavy. My body is acting slowly, very aware of the gravity, but my mind is far ahead, My beloved brains know me. But I also hate them so much, because it's there where it is NOT happening the neurotransmitters are striking, and I can't keep in touch. OUTside the curtains are wiped away, by a fresh Morningwind, that comes oversea, The birds keep on singing ans that's a good thing it just happens and NOT only to me. Listening to the birds in the morning, a few moments each day ; then you know what we're missing when yourning: people are watching and listening to them. Flying high in the sky and glancing. But sometimes it is raining but the birds keep on singing Although their living is hard working. Let that be our message to bring: keep on singing in the morning, while soon the evening will come: Nobody knows if one CAN keep on singing When the evening has come. So be sure of one thing to happen to the birds and mankind : then silence has taken over. Kees Paap May 24, 1994 to be continued..........