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She rode from alpine Starkerbaer

To Vienna on a train,

So far a trip to make for her -

Refreshing Memory Lane.



The happy meeting of her class

Took place  there every year,

The school was named St. Nicolas

Held by all class mates dear.



A man in the coupe that sat

As friendly vis- a- vis,

On furlough, casually clad,

Now asked her suddenly:



"You go alone to Vienna mom?

What long a trip to make

At eighty-eight years' age, how come?

T’is sure no piece of cake!



I trust they pick you up good mom,

At least when you arrive,

Taxis are careless so and some

Speed off and you don’t drive".



"The Danube is no more so blue

As  tell the famous songs,

And benches on the strand a new,

Held firm by mighty prongs".



"And may I ask if you permit,-

Those for the meeting bound,-

Are all of them still  fine and fit,

And all of them around?"



“Oh no, of course not” she replied

Amazed, but full of cheers,

Good friend I take this joyous ride

Alone since fifty years.



© Elizabeth Dandy