Dieter Schönefeld

Year in, year out,

you proudiy sit astride

the rocky hanks

of the Bode

Those who behold you,

in passing,

are captivated by it, and

long to see you again

You point

the visitors

in the town of Thale

in the right direction,

this way,folks

Taake home with you those

farewell wishes, and

one last look  from

that devil Thalix.