A peaceful country it once was,
from the valleys low to the mountains
To the east lay great Mountains, where
the giant "Rübezahl" lived with his
In all Silence an eagle flew softly over
and as he looked downward to earth.
He circled around and flew across the
where the people long ago were singing
all the old songs.
In villages and towns, all people had
mostly got along
and many things went forward and ahead
into the Future.
Many of our people worked together in
as some of their neighboring countries
were disturbed by all that.
One day the heavy thunder and lightening
and lots of things in our country went
up in flames!
Finally, there came a big firestorm
over many cities of our land
and the destruction of many innocent
victims took it's course.
Today, a long time after, it is very
still once more in the sky,
and again a daring young eagle flies
as he looks down to earth in his hunt
for his prey,
like once upon a time, so many years ago.
Then, in a dive, down he went and
as he throws himself earthward toward
it was a snake's turn !
He grabbed it, as he displayed a posture
of Triumph and Pride,
then he flew up into the sky, very high
towards the sun...
The catch was very secure in it's claws
unnoticed, as to the soft and quiet
sound of his wings,
he disappeared in the distance.
Written in German, by
Hartmut Reinsch ©
(Canadian Homeland and Firefighter -Poet)
Toronto, Canada - April 7, 2002
Translated from my original German Language
into the English language, in October 2012
by Hartmut Reinsch
Every spring time, our world is reborn and has a new beginning!
So break forth from the old dried branches
and let this eternal force of life go into the new buds and the fresh sap
the trees, plants and flowers.
The same is valid for us humans!
Do not waste your energy on what is too late to change,
but except all what already is and whatever is yet to come,
as the unstoppable Nature will always rule at the end.
"The Mills of God grind slowly, but thoroughly!
Although the Almighty may forgive all people.
However, Nature with its Laws rules
no one and nothing!"
Hartmut Reinsch ©
Here is my original German Poem:
*Rübezahl is the name of a German Giant, (so the Legend goes),
living in the eastern mountains of Germany and guarding our