Poem: Germany

Across the ocean, my feet once walked the moist earth.
While I strolled down the street, I heard the clang, clang of beer steins,
And the smell of sausage and sauerkraut seeping up my nose.
Amazingly I see people pass by me with the same light blonde hair and blue eyes as me.
Shocked I see my surname all over this strange foreign land.
My surname Wald means “forest”.
I spotted Bohemian Wald. In a distant land

I also sighted the Black Wald.
Looking at the black forest, the colossal, magnificent mountain cast its long shadow into the dense trees.
Can you hear the clang, clang of beer steins in that distant land across the ocean?

Miss Hardy
An Inkling