Drente is green, dark green. It used to be the poorest province of the Netherlands; at the beginning of the last century people still lived in ‘plaggenhutten’ huts made of sods of earth.
The farm we stayed in had a reed roof
and of course I wore wooden shoes
when I walked to the pond to pick blackberries
In the trees I saw berries that I didn’t dare eat
To ride my bike again the next day
In the Dutch mountains