POEM: Königswinter Germany

Through this valley wide sweet & long.

Vine covered slopes the Rhine flows strong.

Thick the forest leaf tinged in gold.

The river grips the boat it holds.

Through the folds of my open shirt,

It’s warm, the sky of a blue summer burnt.

Wheels spin as bikes zip by.

A single cloud hooks the lash my eye.

Turning in, to my thoughts profound.

Solace meets the me I found,

I’d lost and searched for ages long.

Found last night in a dream sung song.

Here I sit with a new found me.

Pondering life along the Rhine Valley.

My glass frosted in pearls of dew.

Spätburgunder I toast the new.

Liam September 18