Spring in the Black Forest Near Munich, Germany 
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funny, spring in the black forest looks just like spring in canton, ohio from that angle! go forth and frolic this happy may day. -cinbea
Great angle!
Good morning, G*D bless and Maranatha!
tmw
Happy May to you, too! Great shot from the Black Forest.
Kewania Che Keekeru!
Far as the sun extends its genial ray,
Each nation boasts her consecrated day;
Some visionary saint, some monarch's birth,
Gilds the blest morn, and wakes to annual mirth:
The stately Spaniard yields his pride of names,
Once in each year, to smile upon St. James.
Saint Dennis gives the word! behold all France
Lost in the ecstasy of song and dance.
Flush'd with the grape, Saint Patrick's sons appear,
And with his birthday lasted all the year;
‘Oh he's a jewel of a saint—no rigid numper—
But dead himself gives life to ev'ry bumper!'
'Hoot, hoot, man quoth the Scot 'a' these are bairns o' dross,
Nae worth a bawbie, compar'd wi' Andrew on his cross,'
Nor is the festal day to realms confin'd
By science honor'd and by arts refin'd;
The Savage tribes their jubilee proclaim,
And crown Saint Tammany with lasting fame.
E'en the poor Negro will awhile resign
His furrows, to adorn Saint Quaco's shrine;
For one bright hour of joy forego complaint,
And praise his tyrant, while he nails his saint.
But while the dupes of legendary strains
Amuse their fancy, or forget their pains,
While mimic Saints a transient joy impart,
That strikes the sense but reaches not the heart,
Arise, Columbia!—nobler themes await
Th' auspicious day, that sealed thy glorious fate:
A nation rescu'd from oppression's soil,
And freedom planted in a purer soil;
By worth enobled, and by valor grac'd
(The ball of empire rolling to the west),
Lo! a new order in the world arise
And thy fair fame spread boundless as the sky;
Yet as the tale of triumph we renew,
To patriot virtue yield the tribute due;
With fond remembrance, each revolving year,
To martyr'd heroes shed the grateful tear;
And with the fragrant wreath of laureate bloom
Adorn the warrior's ever honor'd tomb!
‘Midst these sad rights the moral let us trace,
That points the soldier's fire, the statesman's grace;
From Warren and Montgomery catch the flame,
And follow Lawrence in the track of fame.
Is there a child who urg'd the arduous strife
For liberty (thou dearer boon than life!)
Is there a heart to troth and virtue form'd,
By pity soften'd and by passion warm'd,
That seeks not here a monument to raise,
To speak at once, their country's grief and praise?
Recording history their deeds shall tell;
On the rich theme the muse enraptur'd dwell
To future worlds examples shall supply,
And with the glist'ning tear fill beauty's eye.
Thus when revolving time shall sanctify the name,
And Washington great favorite of fame!
By some enraptur'd bard recall'd to view,
In sons unborn your feelings shall renew;
See! as the story of his life is told,
His courage charm the young his worth the old;
His martial feats the Veteran admires;
The patriot bosom glows as he retires;
While all mankind in admiration lost,
Strive who can follow or applaud him most!
Go, Sons of liberty! assert your fame!
And emulate the Greek and Roman name;
The prize of arms by virtue be maintain'd
And wisdom cultivate what toil has gain'd;
Thus shall the sacred Fane of Union stand,
And this day's Independence bless the land!
I've been in the Black Forest. We were in Germany for seven years. This is a gorgeous picture. Thanks for posting it. :)
may day
may day
!!!
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Happy spring to u too my friend..ah stop and smell the daisies!! :)
Gayle, I lived in Germany on and off, too. Do you speak German? I loved the experience..I hope you did, too.
Glad you're all enjoying the picture. They had snow only a few weeks ago!
Happy DAY!
This reminds FreeThinke of a rare outburst of joy from Emily Dickinson:
I taste a liquor never brewed
From tankards scooped in pearl.
Not all the vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an alcohol.
Inebriate of air am I
And debauchée of dew–––
Reeling through endless summer days
From Inns of molten blue.
Not till the Landlord turns the bee
Out of the foxglove's door–––
Till butterflies renounce their drams
I shall but drink the more
When seraphs swing their snowy hats
And saints to windows run
To see the little tippler–––
Leaning against the sun.
ED (1830-1886)
Speaking of little tipplers...
"ED, best get the to a tippling house, for tomorrow it rains!"
I see they have weeds in Germany, too. ;)
Happy Mayday, Z!!! I have longed to go to the Black Forest for a long time now but I never quite expected it to look like that.
erratum - thee not the. *:[
Brooke........yes, every country's definitely got its weeds (we have Hillary!)
FT, thanks for the ED...wonderful.
JSG....tippler, who knew? Thee are forgiven
Frank family; you can't BELIEVE how beautiful the Black Forest is...they have lupines growing up and down the hillsides in certain parts of the year..breathtaking.
How wonderfully beautiful. I savor the beauty in all the seasons, but Winter remains dear to my heart and very favorite.
Layla, I'm a Fall and Winter person, too, but somehow, this Spring's pictures are just too beautiful not to share!! Thanks for coming by!
So...the 'black forest' is that where Hansel and Gretel met up with the witch and the candy house?....
Beautiful shot.
Pati
Yellow is lovely against that background! Great shot, Z.
They are beautiful shots, but they're not mine. or Mr. Z's..we've got some dandies...maybe I'll post one!
SIT TIGHT!!
For LAYLA....another Autumn/Winter lover
PARIS Musings
The night seems blacker
because the day was so blue
cold and crisp
Autumn leaves
cracked like amber
under my feet
The fountain in the Place is off,
The trees are black and skeletal,
the only things in life
which need less cover
against the cold
Paris in the late Fall
is quieter than Summer
The tourists are gone
Children are in school
And soups beyond compare
Are the plat du jour
Tonight, alone,
I am happy
And grateful
Warm in my room
Breathing Paris
z
Thank you for that lovely poem Z!
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