Noordwijk in the Netherlands is the village where famous Dutch poetess, socialist, and environmentalist Henriette Roland Holst was born.
Today, in memory of the founding of a primary school there, the Bronckhorstschool, 25 years ago, there was a concert night at that school, with poems set to music by local composer Hans Plug who works at the school.
On my way to Noordwijk, south of Voorhout, a farm with shelducks, barnacle geese and bar-headed geese.
A bit further, in a ditch, a coot swimming with chicks with red feathers on their heads.
In a crowded hall, the performers of tonight, Margot Kalse, vocals; and Wilco van Wee, guitar, came onstage. Their first six poems had been set to music by Hans Plug.
The first poem/song was Hummingbird, by Harrold Littlebird.
Then, Quando verrai, by Lavinia.
Then, Zomer (Summer), by Floor van Galen.
Then, two poems by Niesje Raaphorst, On the edge of a blue summer, and Sterre (star).
Then, a poem by a pupil of this primary school, Nathalie Caspers: Poezenfeest (cats’ party).
Then a song, based on a poem by Federico Garcia Lorca, Las morillas de Jaen.
Then, an instrumental, with Margot stepping aside: J. Rodrigo, En los trigales (see video here).
Then, by Manuel De Falla, Canción del fuego fatuo, with Margot singing again.
Then, Margot went offstage again, while Wilco played Asturias, by Isaac Albeniz.
As last song, with Margot again, of these five Spanish compositions, again Federico Garcia Lorca, with Sevillanas del Siglo XVIII.
Then, it was the turn of Hans Plug’s compositions again.
First, a poem by Niesje Raaphorst on a painting.
Then, a poem by yours truly, mentioning famous Dutch nineteenth century painting Panorama Mesdag.
Then, Heureux, by Aad van der Kraan.
Then, Ginds, by Boudewijn Büch, whose girlfriend Bernadette Gallis was present.
Then, Let us say goodbye, by Ramona Wilson.
Finally, two poems by pupils of this primary school: Sweets party, by Laura Houwaard; and Spring party, by Richelle van Abswoude.
On my way back, just north of Voorhout, close to me, a male kestrel divebombed into the grass of the right hand roadside; catching, or failing to catch as it happens too fast for me to see everything, a vole or similar animal.
Western green lizards and kestrels: here.
A poem, translated into English, and a video clip of Dutch poet Remco Campert: here.