Poetry About Holland

Morning lays a silver road along the Amsterdam canal. Bicycles lean against bridges as if listening to the water. Beyond the city, tulip rows keep bright time with the spring. Dikes hold their patient line between the farms and sea. A windmill turns old knowledge through a modern afternoon. Clouds travel low enough to seem part of every conversation.

Beyond the city, tulip rows keep bright time with the spring. At the dunes, North Sea wind fills the mouth with salt. Brick houses keep narrow histories behind broad windows. Water is neighbor, mirror, danger, road, and daily craft. The land exists because attention has been handed down. Holland answers the sea with engineering and light.

Morning lays a silver road along the Amsterdam canal. A windmill turns old knowledge through a modern afternoon. Clouds travel low enough to seem part of every conversation. Water is neighbor, mirror, danger, road, and daily craft. Evening lamps double themselves in the darkened canal. Holland answers the sea with engineering and light.