© 2011 (Jim Sularz)
Deep in a Black Forest,
lost along a mystic stream.
Where the winds still whisper,
a thousand untold dreams.
Enchanted shadows,
kicking frosted leaves.
Sleep at night’s darkness,
wake upon a moonlit breeze.
Castled ruins in disbelief,
sap blistered lips unseen.
Singing Austrian pines in chorus,
beneath an idyllic scene.
Dancing high betwixt the hills,
hide an’ seek, and make-believe.
Pine cones popping tear-dropped treasures,
wave a kiss goodbye, “Auf Wiedersehen! ”
God's mighty fortress reigns,
Mountains jagged and tall,
Snow on the peaks of the mountains,
The fields of green with the edelweiss and wild flowers
The waterfall tumbles down the mountainside,
Fresh and healing, beautiful to look at,
The performer sings a song of God,
Which caresses the mountains and valleys,
You are enamored by his performance,
He is very handsome to look at,
A prince of the mountains,
The beautiful and spacious chalet nearby,
The princess dressed in a lovely dirndl,
They bring much happiness to mankind,
They are blessed by god, thankful appreciation,
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Praise to the beautiful mountains and lakes,
The humble log abode that provides a home,
Where the parents and children of Austria live.
The wooden table where they sit and dine,
Delicious foods prepared, freshly baked bread,
Cheeses and cakes and cookies,
Dinners cooked to perfection,
The bright dirndls the women wear,
And the lederhosen worn by the men,
Evenings of good music and singing,
An exquisite destiny to visit again.
Author:Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Thunder clouds roll back, rain does succomb
shepheards emerge their flock
sunrays, brightens the horizon
mountain range, as far as the eye can see
The far distance , a sand block castle
the fore ground a humble village
goats lapping the bulging lake
sparrows emerging with song thrush
As children run playfully from their home
pointing to the sky, rainbow a picture
two lovers take to the lake,she seated
he stood, poll rowing.
I dream of Austria and the beauty of the country,
God's perfect winter postcard.
The town of Igls, the rooftops and tall spruces, touched with snow,
The Latin church that stood tall.
A visit with God at Christmas,
Beautiful memories and walks through the village.
Where the mountain stood majestic in the background,
Skiis on my back, dressed in a warm nordic red sweater and cap and black ski pants and boots.
I belonged with the village,
Ski lessons of the finest.
Learning to ski, like a gentle bird on the slopes,
My instructor handsome and tall, teaching excellence in skiing guested.
The top of the mountain where my second ski instructor also good-looking,
Empowered us to ascend to the highest mountain in Austria.
The Patscherkophfle, majesty among mountains,
After two weeks of instruction I chose to ski to the ski lift.
And return to the mountain base, my vacation complete,
My warm chalet welcomed me.
Author: Gwen Schutz