Historische vereniging Bunscote 1980 - 2020

Bedankt Evert Ter Haar

Ik heb een boek met gedichten geschreven dat heet "Come Hear My Song" zelf uitgevoerd op www.lulu.com
Daar staan menige gebuertenissen uit Spakenburg in
Mijn beste friend Klaas Zwaan die naar Amersfoort was verhuist, [jong overleden] liet my terug denken over Spakenburg.
Hier dan is het gedicht.

Convocation of Memories

[Dedicated to Klaas Zwaan]

Often I think of a town far away
And my mind brings me close to the sea,
And I see fitted ships
Laying loose in their slips,
And my memory brings back to me,
The smell of pine, pitch, fish and tar
And the words that the town-folk say,
For they greet without fail
When the wind lifts the sail,
A fortuitous wind blows today;
And the cares were the cares of a nine year old,
In the care of the cares of the fine town folk
Of my town
O so far away.

Then I think of sweet fields of my town far away
And the dip and the slip of a lapwing [Kiewiet]
In my mind I espy,
For so clear is the cry
How my memory unreels it all to me.
I smell the cattle and of fresh mown hay,
Recall the words, the farm-hands say
When a white cloud sails
As they trundle their pails,
Sincere, have a very good day;
Yet, my cares were the cares of a nine year old
In the care of the cares of the fine town folk
Of my town
O so far away.

And I think of the emerald fields and trees
In the Willows of my mind far away,
And I see nature's power
In the winds, and a flower
Once again as if it happened today...
But my sorely missed friend, who explored with me,
Dappled forests, green fields and the sea,
In a lonely narrow room
Down in cold, dark, gloom
Will explore, never again with me;
Then... My cares were the cares of a nine year old
In the care of the cares of those fine town folk
Of my town
O so far... O so far, far away...

Geschreven Januari 19/99
Aart Blokhuis, geb. Oct 6/42 in Spakenburg

Nog eens, De groeten uit Canada,
Burlington, Ontario.

Prachtig gedicht, Aart.

Als het mag zal ik een gedicht aan Spakenburg Bunschoten toedienen.
Wij zijn in 1953 ge-emegreerd naar Canada. Ik was toon 10 jaar oud, dus ik ben de moedertaal wat vergeeten dus het is in het engels.

I Walk The Street

I walk the street I walked before but not the street I knew
When Roukema and Rijnevelt preaced comfort in the pew,
When I walked up the Spuistraat and we crossed the Zwarte Brug,
To hear the chords Berend Geugies played, T'would take me back, terug.
They say that life's progressing but I think it's to our shame
When Google Map shows where I'm born but mentions place nor name
Where Jesus Christ is preached each week, a church cannot be found,
Yet, time and place can not erase dear Kanphuis's unique sound.

O Spakenburg, my Bethlehem where I can't feel at home,
And memories once captured, here where Klaas and I would roam [Klaas Zwaan]
And marvel at creation, as it were, with opened eyes,
And taste and feel the love of Him, a Love that never dies.
Where dad took me to visit Grandpa Aart each Sunday noon
Where innocence is left behind and changes all too soon,
That cause us to be torn away from things we love and know,
And yet, dear Lord I ask one thing, Oh give that faith may grow.

The Kiewiet still flies overhead to cry her mournful sound
The Holsteins in the polder laze and graze on hallowed ground.
The fishing fleet lays idle and old Giep Heek is no more,
For he has sailed the distance and resides beyond Earth's shore.
And yet, this cloud of witnesses, those, who have gone ahead,
These pilgrims who have fished at sea, are not among the dead.
In schools where Grandpa Aart taught children how to work and pray,
Christ fostered faith in Him alone; Lives lived for Him each day.

Aart Blokhuis
June 01/15

Nong jonges,
Ik bin nog lang niet uitekeeken!
K'weet,t'er verangdert heel veul, maor Spaokeburgers blieven t'selfden
Nong vraog je natuurluk, van wee bin jie d'r een.
Ik bin Aort van Klaos van meester Aort die de Bunsjoter Breeven naor Klaos van ongze Wout affer Niekark steurde.
Weet je die anzigt kaort van dat kleine ventje met z'n moed'r Grietje
daorop staot "Toe jongen, kiek nog us 'n beetj'n vrindelijk"
Dat bin ik.

Hallo,

Ik maak een werkstuk over het verzet 1940-1945. Ik begreep dat er in Bunschoten ook mensen in het verzet zaten. Het lijkt me leuk hier een hoofdstukje aan te wijden. Is hier misschien informatie van?

Groetjes, Brett (11 jaar)