That's Where I'm From
by W. Bledsoe
Rooster crows and church bell rings,
"Grüß Gott"1 and "Guten Morgen"2
started my days.
Down covers and air dried bed sheets,
mended socks and walking shoes --
that I can never out-run --
were part of my life
Fields of wheat and cabbage patches
often were destroyed
on many Fußball playing days.
Still, I liked to play.
Kaffeeklatsch4 with Apfelstrudel5
Sauerkraut6 with Pommes Frites7
I eagerly devoured.
Plucking weeds and apple pickings
grapevine pruning and
on-your-knees potato diggings,
I learned to abhor.
Das Wandern Ist Des Müllers Lust8
“Zicke Zacke, Hoi, Hoi" 9
and
"Ein Prosit, Ein Prosit der Gemütlichkeit,"10
"Onkel11 Fritz und12 Tante13Erna,"
"Heidi und Herr14 Hirsch,"
and
"Don't come back and say, I didn't tell you so!"
still rings in my ear.
Amsterdam and Paris
London and even Venice,
are not far away,
from the place,
that once was so easy to get away from,
but now,
I'm unable to leave behind.
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1. Grüß Gott: Greed God
2. Guten Morgen: Good morning
4. Kaffeeklatsch: Social gathering over coffee.
5. Apfelstrudel: Apple strudel
7. Pommes Frittes: French fries