Into the forest we went

The last active day of our mini -holiday was spent in the Amsterdam forest with the boy, the girl, and the dog. It is not that far anymore from their new flat to the forest and a perfect area for a Sundays stroll. We planned a trip to the goat's farm for lunch and from the goat's farm to the pancakes farm. When we passed the open-air theater, the boy recited a Swedish poem for us. It was the first poem he had to learn on the university; 
 
DU HAR TAPPAT DITT ORD (from Barfotabarn (1933))

In translation: 

YOU ARE LOST FOR WORDS

You're lost for words and don't know how to move on
You barefooted child of life.
So you sit here on the merchant's step,
and you"re crying, alone, forlorn.

Remember how it was
Was it short or long?
Was it sweetly or severe?
Before we let you go; remember and be strong,

You barefooted child of life.

I love this poem and when the boy performed it, I could see a glimpse of the younger version of his. 

After a long walk, a lot of chatting and pleasant breaks in the two farm restaurants, we got back on the train home.