There's a region in France, a land known by few,
On the German border, ,just a holler or two.
It's a secret to keep, this nature-filled place.
This valley of vineyards is called Alsace.
We followed the path, the Route des Vins,
To the charming country towns and the churches within;
Past postcard scenes at neatly-kempt corners,
And half-timbered homes with flower-decked dormers.
Salmon-colored houses, and restaurants shaded blue;
The colors were startling, yet picturesque, too.
We visited in autumn, that time of year
The leaves bid au revoir, then politely disappear.
The golden vines, lined straight as a rod,
Hardly dulled by the rain, as if sheltered by God.
They flaunted their beauty in yellows and soft reds
And blanketed the hills like king-sized beds.
In every direction and across every field,
Awaiting the harvest of the fruit they yield.
We hope to return there, our steps to retrace;
To recapture our hearts from the gentle Alsace.
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