{"id":1632,"date":"2016-10-04T18:52:04","date_gmt":"2016-10-04T18:52:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/?p=1632"},"modified":"2016-10-04T18:52:04","modified_gmt":"2016-10-04T18:52:04","slug":"ballade-fan-dicky-van-der-werf","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/lyrysk-deiboek\/ballade-fan-dicky-van-der-werf\/","title":{"rendered":"Ballade fan Dicky van der Werf"},"content":{"rendered":"<table class=\"contentpaneopen\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td class=\"contentheading\" width=\"100%\"><\/td>\n<td class=\"buttonheading\" align=\"right\" width=\"100%\"><a title=\"PDF\"> <img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.tjerkstra.com\/images\/M_images\/pdf_button.png\" alt=\"PDF\" name=\"image\" align=\"middle\" border=\"0\" \/> <\/a><\/td>\n<td class=\"buttonheading\" align=\"right\" width=\"100%\"><a title=\"Print\"> <img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.tjerkstra.com\/images\/M_images\/printButton.png\" alt=\"Print\" name=\"image\" align=\"middle\" border=\"0\" \/> <\/a><\/td>\n<td class=\"buttonheading\" align=\"right\" width=\"100%\"><a title=\"E-mail\"> <img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.tjerkstra.com\/images\/M_images\/emailButton.png\" alt=\"E-mail\" name=\"image\" align=\"middle\" border=\"0\" \/> <\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<table class=\"contentpaneopen\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td colspan=\"2\" valign=\"top\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" title=\"Image\" src=\"http:\/\/www.tjerkstra.com\/images\/stories\/deiboek2\/ynternet100_3647.jpg\" alt=\"Image\" width=\"450\" height=\"338\" border=\"0\" hspace=\"6\" \/><\/p>\n<p>De m\u00east stiek twa jier nei syn dea<br \/>\nde wetterpoarte nei de tuorren,<br \/>\nfredich lei it yn &#8217;t Heechein,<br \/>\ndat droech fan kop oant kont syn lea<br \/>\nsalang&#8217;t de l\u00easte moannen duorren<br \/>\nhat it sk\u00fbtsje &#8217;t ljocht oansein.<\/p>\n<p>Yn &#8217;t hout wie kreas syn namme snien,<br \/>\nde lof yn gouden letters:<br \/>\nlibje Dicky van der Werf!<br \/>\nDe man en &#8217;t sk\u00fbtsje wiene ien,<br \/>\nbesylden Frysl\u00e2ns wetters,<br \/>\nbeide dielden yn it erf.<\/p>\n<p>It erf fan pake Van der Werf<br \/>\ndy&#8217;t mannich sk\u00fbtsje boude<br \/>\nyn de styl fan &#8217;t \u00e2lde fak;<br \/>\nde sk\u00fbtsjeleafde bleau as kerf<br \/>\nyn &#8217;t neiteam, ieuwen\u00e2lde<br \/>\nienheid op it krekte plak.<\/p>\n<p>De pakesizzer groeide op,<br \/>\nwaard man fan kwizekw\u00e2nsje,<br \/>\nSnitser mei it br\u00fbzjend bloed<br \/>\nfan Houkesleat oant Gauster Hop,<br \/>\nbestjoerder mei gar\u00e2nsje<br \/>\ndat it funksjonearre goed.<\/p>\n<p>Syn each foel op in sk\u00fbtsje fan<br \/>\nde Piipster helling, wis in<br \/>\nskip foar prizen yn de float;<br \/>\nsyn namme waard de Snitser Pan<br \/>\nen Dicky, &#8217;t koe net misse,<br \/>\nskuorde faakris oan de skoat.<\/p>\n<p>De pakesizzers wiene yn<br \/>\nsyn libben grutte freonen<br \/>\noant it slimme \u00fbngelok<br \/>\nop Tenerife, al lang ferlyn;<br \/>\ntroch &#8217;t fjoer d\u00ear&#8217;t sy yn bleaune<br \/>\nlike &#8217;t libben s\u00fbnder lok.<\/p>\n<p>Dit lot woech swier, mar lichter wie<br \/>\nsyn humor, &#8217;t hold him boppe<br \/>\nwetter, hy lavearre sa&#8217;t<br \/>\nin skipper docht, mei rie en die,<br \/>\nwant foar it silen kloppe<br \/>\naltyd noch syn sk\u00fbtsjehert.<\/p>\n<p>It lot wie wreed doe&#8217;t ek syn frou<br \/>\nferstoar, no foer allinne<br \/>\nhy noch op &#8216;e libbensmar,<br \/>\nmar &#8217;t sk\u00fbtsjesilen bleau er trou,<br \/>\nal woe it net mei &#8217;t rinnen,<br \/>\nwaar en wyn naam hy foar kar.<\/p>\n<p>It skip lei stil, de m\u00east gie del,<br \/>\nd\u00ear tusken fjouwer tichte muorren<br \/>\nfong hy gjin wyn, siet s\u00fbnder werf,<br \/>\nsyn libben wie net mear yn tel,<br \/>\nhy telde lykwols &#8217;t jild foar oaren:<br \/>\nerven Dicky van der Werf.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" title=\"Image\" src=\"http:\/\/www.tjerkstra.com\/images\/stories\/deiboek2\/ynternet100_3645.jpg\" alt=\"Image\" width=\"450\" height=\"338\" border=\"0\" hspace=\"6\" \/><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>De m\u00east stiek twa jier nei syn dea de wetterpoarte nei de tuorren, fredich lei it yn &#8217;t Heechein, dat droech fan kop oant kont syn lea salang&#8217;t de l\u00easte moannen duorren hat it sk\u00fbtsje &#8217;t ljocht oansein. 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