A wonderful thing is a Dutchman,
A Dutchman’s a wonderful thing
Our heads are filled with intellect
We tell stories ‘bout everything
We’re talky, talky, talky, talky,
Bright, bright, bright, bright,
bright
The most wonderful thing about Dutchmen is
Listen and we’re sure to delight
A Dutchman the good lord made me
A Dutchman that’s what I am
A Story telling son of my father
A thoughtful and talkative man
I cut my teeth on real stories
And debating ideas over a meal
Logic and color and excitement’s
The crux of this storytelling deal
When asked once how I remembered
Tales from the long ago past
I pointed at scars on my left hand and arm
And said
that the memories would last
From long before, to long from now
Yet richer
with every account
For each time a story is told
It grows by
the least amount
Now I rambled and roamed as a young man
But some
day I will ramble no more
Yet my stories will ramble on without me
Over some
windswept distant shore
Retaining my youth and my spirit
As I fade to the end of my ways
Extending my life immeasurably
Beyond the end of my days
© Copyright 2015 – Marty
Vandermolen, All Rights Reserved
