In Twiske fields

door: Jan Burkunk


In Twiske fields the riders ride

Between the barrier tape, side by side

That mark their place; and in the mud

The men, still harshly grunting, on they chugged

Scarce heard amid the cheers from beside


We are the filthy. Oh we cried

We lived, we smiled, saw butts muddified,

Loved, and were loved, and now we stand

In Twiske fields, side by side


Take up our hose with the foe

To our bike on failing legs we throw

The water; be yours to hold it high

If ye break faith with us who bike

We shall not sleep, we shall ride

In Twiske fields, side by side

(vrij naar het gedicht "In Flanders Fields" van John McCrae uit 1915)