Black Forest Path Poem by Donald Seyerle

In rental car Black
Forest woodland I pass
Through, Treetops seemingly
Fogged at a distance, wooded
Landscape so near. A countess
Once her realm, I her serf.
I drive now past a sawmill,
Wood stacked, men working

A stream I see coursing
Rocks; A stream brook scene.

I stop at a bank path and
Cheque, with this spell the
Autobahn so driven.

Strasburg to Cologne the
Rental car returned; I
Forgot just why,
Give me a reason.