The parking’s free - what do I care?
As my friends have headed out of town
Replaced by tourists milling round.
The sky looks threatening – will it rain?
Scattering blossoms down the drain
And make the granite cobbles shine
As we run for shelter one more time?
Although the offices are shut
The restaurants will make their cut
As many quit those cultural paths
For a meal or drink in nearby bars.
The country sells its glorious past
Its works of art leave one aghast
Its villages picturesque and neat
Have surprising views in every street.
But as I gaze at leaden skies
I think of the Belgian compromise
We promote our history with great flair
We’ve more than most – now is that fair?
There's really so much you can do
Museums to visit, kayaks to crew
It’s almost an earthly paradise
Sun and heat make life here nice!
(c) Poet in the woods 2015
Kayaking down the Lesse river
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