German's Black Forest
Germany’s favorite black forest back in her day
Knew how to distribute her leaves right away.
They formed a beautiful orange and red sea.
As pumpkins grew on vines in numbers of three.
Witches and warlocks came to get a tiny peek.
They were excited by the leaves they did not seek.
Because the leaves were magical, followed them home.
Making their spells easy, turning into a gnome.
Was this magic we did or magic done to us?
They asked others, without much of a fuss.
Germany’s forests have a mind of their own.
Better take the leaves back to their blessed home,
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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