Austria

For my summer holiday this year, I went to Austria. I stayed in a large hotel near Innsbruck, and had a wonderful time. The scenery there is so beautiful; the lakes there are so clear and fresh with water that runs from the mountains - perfect for inspiring poetry!

Austria

The hills are alive with the sound
Of hikers. Boots thumping the ancient rock, 
Panting their way to the peak.
The hills are 
Alive with cowbells. Traditions as old as the mountains themselves
Keeping the cattle from straying.
High and low, deep and mellow
Tinkling as the stream that trips and falls.
 The valley is alive with the cooks in the kitchens -
Strudels and puddings and schnitzels and stews
All carefully preapred and
Savoured by maker and consumer alike.  
Papery pastry encasing the apples,
Blanketed in cinnamon and spices and 
Powdered with sugar.
The hills are alive with squirrels
Russet, black, gold, brown
A million guises of red to darkness
The spectrum of squirrels leaping from
Tree to tree.

The hills are alive with the beauty and wonder
Of Austria.