I'm currently working with grandmas and grandpas in a seniors encounter facility. Now and then we go on wandering in the beautiful surroundings of Freiburg. When well-deserved leisure facilities at the port, this will create a poem from the ever captured on the road impressions. Here the first two poems:
a Schluchtee, please!
the bustle of big city escape
laps around the Schluchsee pull
Rippling waves predominate sounds into the ear
fir stand up like needles
on their tops a cap of snow
Puderbeträufelt like cream on coffee
A lonely breeze
A shivering contractions
I believe it is time
ins inn
Go to
heaven
paint sun rays heat the face
We slide on tracks through Eisschichtdickicht
crystal clear air makes free lung wheeze
freezing feet and Schnupfnasen run
stick We, the path is just
Surrounded by hills
we enter
Floating
soft Muggle
Like King children
The kingdom of heaven
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