Erwin Grolleman


Fresh water from clear rivers, springing
from faraway mountains, meandering
trough green pastures lush with flowers
and weeds, fields overgrown with thick
bushes, woods teeming with wildlife, seas
and oceans of sand, glimmering under a
bright sun and seemingly empty, free from
men and their folly. There our feathered
brothers and sisters roam free and do
what they do best, fly, eat and pro
generate relentless, this is their land,
beautiful, mystical, birdland.