A Germany story of love.

(April is poetry month. New poem number fourteen.)

A Germany story of love.

Once upon a time, I was nineteen in 1977.

Proud, strong and the world was my place to conquer.

I was station in Germany and the beer was good, the wine was tasty.

The cognac and schnapps were strong and delicious.

The German gals, pretty as the great sea.

I left a world of chaos in the USA and now the Army gave me a safe place to grow-up.

I loved the city of Boblingen, Germany. A small-town kind to the soldiers.

I drank almost every day in the local Bündchen, and I befriended many German men and women.

I was celebrating the Maifest (May Festival.) and I winning the nightly drinking contest.

I sang to my friends. “Prost, prost, prost. Let’s drink till we cannot,

today shall be our best day. Life is now. Prost, prost, prost to all.”

I drank the German boot of beer completely in seconds and my friends cheered.

I raised my hands high and I saw her. Long blond hair, eyes of hazel green and

wearing a summer dress showing off long and beautiful legs.

After I drank two more boots of beer and I sought her in the taven.

She was gone and I went back to celebrating the days of Spring.

The next day near the Boeblingen lake. I saw her and she was coming to me.

I watched her walk toward me. White summer dress, sweet smile and eyes,

that could steal away your mind and your heart.

She sat with me and she told me. Hello and me name is Daniela and I know you.

We kissed in January and we kissed often in the tavern during the Friday’s celebration of Spring.

And you don’t remember me. You are famous for drinking and forgetting me.

I told her. Dear Daniela, I remember you now. Am I too late to know you now.

She laughed and she smiled. Dear Loco American, you do not decide.

Women decide if they hate you or love you. You are lucky dear soldier.

I liked your laughter and how you danced with me in the days of Winter.

I waited for a warm day to find you and see your face in the daytime.

I told her my name is John and I am very glad you found me again.

Dear Daniela, you are so beautiful.

She smiled and she told me. Tonight you drink lightly and we will go to the Tubingen Festival.

Live music everywhere and we can dance in the streets of the wonderful city. Can you do this Johnnie?

I told her. Daniela, Daniela. I would follow you anywhere if you allowed me. You could steal my heart

in a New York minute. She took my hands and she kissed me softly. She told me.

” A promise are words spoken, never to be broken.

When two decide to dance, when two decide to kiss and hold.

The world becomes something to behold with hopeful eyes.

Dear Johnnie. Let’s find the music, let’s find the Tubingen River and pray for more.”

I kissed her hand and I told her. Dear Daniela, you wishes are my wishes.

John