Bächle am Schwarzwald, you began at a See or something else, partly filled
by rain. You rush through Berg and Tal, next to and beneath chugging train.

You gush through rock of yore, your droplets drip on surface on their tours, roughly or gently skimming on both sides the shore.

Past timbers of this rugged land, some naturally fallen and some chopped by hand.

Highest mountain, lowest hill, here and there a humble mill.

Bächle reaches a ledge or cliff most tall, transforms into a sparkling wasserfall.

Schwarzwald’s Triberg Wasserfälle, Triberg, Baden-Wurttemberg, Germany – Courtesy of GEO

Blumeli am Matterhorn, you reside upon high, a blessing from what locals believed to be pagan gods and, later, the deity amongst whose names was El Shaddai.

Delicate stem, delicate petals, plant rooted in soil sometimes dark as kettles.

Near a See with hardy fish, beneath skies filled with vessels of supposed wish.

Colors aplenty bestowed, in a land where grass and glaciated rock call their abode.

Blumeli am Matterhorn, as sweet as pie, in front of ancient rock reaching into Alpine sky.

Edelweiss flowers with Matterhorn in background – courtesy of The Portuguese Traveler

• -le is an (northern) Alemannic diminutive, so Bächle is “little brook”; -li is likewise an (southern) Alemannic diminutive, so Blumeli is “little flower”

Lauterbrunnen Valley, Bern canton, Switzerland; image included due to the landmark being a not-quite-exact “midpoint” between the Schwarzwald further north and Zermatt and Matterhorn further south – courtesy of jungfrau.ch