O, how I want the world to read
what I have written down.
No problem there when people know
and understand the language
of the land where I was born.
Their numbers are but very few.
That’s why I’m going to use this sheet
to reach beyond the border.
O, how I feel restricted,
bound to the way I speak.
I search for roads and byways
to find the words I need.
While doing that I think of you
wherever you may be.
I hope that you while reading this
will spend some thought on me.
Joke van der Ark
Nr. 166 – december 1991