Beverwijk, my Beverwijk
Your little streets, they weave and wind
Beverwijk, my Beverwijk
Warm and welcome fill my mind
Sunshine filled our every day
In that zolder on the Duinwiklaan
Chasing windmills and drinking beer
And that tall and lovely smiling man
Open hearts in windows clear
Those little treasures smile at me
On bicycles in summer rain
Riding out to the Northern sea
Loving faces, laughing times
From de Grote Kerk to Wijk aan Zee
Beverwijk, my Beverwijk
Will always be a part of me.
Beverwijk, my Beverwijk
The memories I’ll always find
Beverwijk, my Beverwijk
Warm and welcome fill my mind
Inalienable Write 
Beautiful poem and street scene. Thanks for visiting my blog and following.
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Thank you so much. Beverwijk is a special part of Holland for me.
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