by S G Cardin
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I wrote this after going on a Volksmarch when I was stationed in Germany in 1996.
Foreign Country, Foreign Land
Foreign Language, Foreign customs,
I want to learn all I can.
There is a small town by the water,
Steep hills overlook the Rhein River
And the colors of Autumn blossom on the leaves.
A custom from old comes to town
Every Autumn, Every year,
A walk is offered, for fun, for cheer…
Maria and I, though foreign we are,
Start the march as evening falls,
Accompanied by friends, we begin at the start…
Our walk brings us to a castle,
I light my torch, Maria has some tea…
Our friends partake of the local food and beer.
By the river we walk, our friends full of excitement…
Another stamp, another beer, another torch, another path…
A barge comes by, glistening in the night.
I know for weeks to come, Maria and I will talk
Of this time and place and our beloved Torchwalk.