To The Bodensee

Bike chain clanks as the wheel crunches dead leaves. 

Sunlight sparkles. shadows dance, as birds call cuckoo.

Strangers smile and wave as they pass by me,

as I ride on with the mountains not far from view.

 

Past cornfields, past where goats are grazing,

Through the woods once more I find the Bodensee blue,

Peaceful lake where laughing waves play, raising

Sails fly, and the mountains rise high not far from view.

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