Bamberg, Briefly

A sonnet commemorating an extraordinary afternoon

We passed the Bamberg afternoon in awe, 

For here we found the river wide and brown--  

A belt that cinched the grand medieval town--

Beyond whose banks the mighty church we saw

Who sat atop the brilliant hills as throne:

Like ramparts were the steeples flown,

 A faithful fortress built not just of stone

But founded on the relics of holy bones

Reposed amid the quiet, incensed air:

 

But while the walls of great cathedrals last,

Our little group of pilgrims quickly passed,

And soon were reminiscing being there:

Outside our sweetly sad piano bar

The taxi would arrive and take us far.