Altenahr, 1915

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Title:     Altenahr, 1915
Author: Herbert Edward Palmer [More Titles by Palmer]

Above the crooked roofs the clouds go sailing;
And near the stream, where once I fished for grayling,
The crusty oberkelner stands and scolds.

My rod still hangs upon three nails a-row,
Just where I placed it, if they've left it so,
I'd like to take one little peep and know.

And every time the landlord looks that way
He thinks of me; and will for many a day.
I helped to break up Germany, he'll say.

The little fishes flick their tails, and rise;
They fear no English feathers in their flies.
And I am back in Yorkshire, growing wise.

[The end]
Herbert Edward Palmer's poem: Altenahr, 1915

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