Larenopfer

From Childhood

127 FroM cHiLdHood Summer days were for the Golka . . . where the air was drenched with sun. From taverns stream the sounds of Polka, for a youngster all so new and fun. on Sunday Helena would read to me, while in the bright skies then the magic clouds as swans would speed, the fairy swans of tales by Andersen. The dark green firs like guards would stand and watch the dappled treasures of the land. From roads below would laughter rise and reach our leafy paradise. The loud rejoicing tempted us, our curiosity was high, and dressed in costumes fabulous we saw the couples dancing by. recall those Golka summer days, the merry youngsters smiling bright their sunny eyes reflecting rays and i inhaling all that light . . . ...