The huge ferry has left the port,
I was going away, this is what i was taught,
The sea was rough i recall, the waves crashed against the ferry,
It didn’t harm or bother me, i was feeling too merry.
The night dawned on us, no birds will cheep,
Time to retire to my comfy cabin, time to sleep,
Dreams are wandering, wanting to become real,
I was now awoken, time to move like a movie reel.
Standing on the Dutch ground, looking at the pure blue skies,
Seeing all the people walk in dresses, skirts, even suits with ties,
The market stalls, shops-loads of things to sell,
I bought a crispy waffle, it looked tasty i could tell.
The culture, Coffee lingers in the air
People, visitors take in the sights, loads to see and no time to spare.
Small children, with parents pointing and taking pictures,
No students in, no time for lectures,
I glance at the canal one last time,
Listening to the music playing, hitting that last chime.
Back on the ferry, returning time is now,
I look at it one last time, felt like my final bow,
the sea is calm and gently, no such thing as a rupture,
For it is in parallel with the Amsterdam culture.
©Amyx
saleire
Fantastic…....I feel like I have been there now….and oh boy…..when you said the smell of coffee lingers in the air….......I want to go for real now :o) Great piece of writing gal.
AmyX replied
Thank you very much….the coffee really does linger and make you want a cup….
amyx
Max Gatrell
Another remarkable piece Amy, You captured much of the beauty of that city.
However, where was Anne Frank and all those Hash Bars? (lol)
M