Let us play!

Let us play!

"When the voices of children are heard on the green 
And laughing is heard on the hill, 
My heart is at rest within my breast 
And everything else is still."

(W. Blake in Songs of innocence and experience)
Sclayn (B)

The gate to a pastoral idyll

The gate to a pastoral idyll

"The friendly cow all red and white,
I love with all my heart.
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple tart.

She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;

And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers."

(R.L. Stevenson in A child's garden of verses)
Eben-Emael (B)

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