The Little Scribbler (eng), Le Petit Gribouilleur (Fr)

'Tiny horses jaunting through the water surface, being followed by gazeful eyes. Who is watching, who is catching?'

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 The Little Scribbler

 

O Wrinkling tinkling creature of water 

 

With Little black boots about to totter 

 

How I love to see your head so fine

 

Scribbling on the thin water line 

 

You live and you spin and you run so quick 

 

Though I see no legs nor arms which like to trick 

 

You stroll and parade, you know you’ve almost won 

 

Though I see no eyes not one 

 

What were or what will you become 

 

Declare and tell me, it’s to you I hum 

 

What are you little knot so small 

 

Who is never tired of the scribbling at all 

 

You walk over the shimmering water clear 

 

The water so silent as if it’s filled with fear µ

 

When a tiny little breeze appears 

 

Which silently the water clears 

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Based on the poem by Guido Gezelle: ‘t Schrijverke