WIJVENHEIDE Poem by Luuk Gruwez

For Totje
Let's head for Wijvenheide then.
What a shame that distances extend,
but those with Wijvenheide in their sights
will get to Wijvenheide in the end.

Let's head for Wijvenheide then.
Reed warblers land there from the skies.
Reed tufts wave long advance goodbyes
to those who soon will have to leave again.

Let's head for Wijvenheide then.
In Wijvenheide a great secret's kept:
The egret's trying to hatch a soft-fried egg.