Triberg Poem by Kel Rios

Fly down the

autobahn

squinting as the sun

slants over mare's tails

vying to be seen




the blue is overshadowed by the dark green

of the black forest




mechanized lumberjacks and

maids a'milking cows

delicate and whimsical




tick

tocking footsteps




Scale waterfalls

And tip toe

Past Mary in the Fir

Her spire, cloaked in

Baroque beauty




ducks paddling along
a misty shore




Deutch...so much more than an accent

it's boar, torte, and maultaschen

spiced wine, holiday music in the square

loveliness in the foothills

ancient history

medieval ghosts

keeping watch

fading in and out of the crisp air




The smiles of shopkeepers

The simplicity of half timbered homes

Quiet rivers flowing through valleys




This is Baden-Wurrtemberg

...to me