Soldiers of Stone.

Cliffs,
Rocks.
Soldiers of Stone
Stand and watch over
A small town
On the northernmost tip of the black forest.


A small river
Runs,
Flows,
Enjoys the view
Of small town people
And vanishes
Through a rich valley
Of luscious fields
Surrounded by tired mountains.


Weekends see
Visitors from the City
Enjoying
Their Coffee and Cream Cake
And perhaps a small walk.


Old people watch the young
And the young, the old.
Guests watch everything
But see only themselves.


Still
The Soldiers stand.
Still
The river flows.
As still as time.

Only thoughts move down the valley,
Each one as seldom as the last,
Each one a masterpiece.