bad ischl, summer ’50

upon a hill in bad ischl’s grace,
in summer’s warmth, a sunny place,
there lived a girl, elizabeth, gay,
her heart so bright, like sunlit day.

in 1950, a world in strife,
korean war began, stealing life.
yet in bad ischl’s embrace, she found,
a haven where her heart was bound.

at seven years, she roamed with glee,
in fields of green, her soul set free.
with grandpa by her side, a light
tending cows, their interests in delight.

the melody of cowbells rang,
in hills where wildflowers sang.
elizabeth, a joyful sprite,
her laughter like a wild hymn in flight.

she’d gaze upon dancing clouds,
in azure skies, where serenity enshrouds.
the sunbeams kissed her golden hair,
a halo framed, a visage fair.

her grandpa’s wisdom, shared stories art,
whispered gentle tales, connections art
through winding paths, they’d roam the land,
a bond that time could ne’er withstand.

beside the creek, she’d dip her toes,
in cool embrace, where water flows.
and in the orchard, trees would sigh,
as she’d reach up to touch the sky.

then off to work, her hands so small,
to help her grandma in the hall.
traditional delights they’d bake,
austrian delicacies they’d make.

one special day, a sweet affair,
in zauner café, love filled the air.
in bad ischl’s old town, they would meet,
for cake, a cherished, joyful treat.

the café’s charm, a grand delight,
as bells chimed softly, golden bright.
they savored cake with every bite,
in zauner café, pure delight.

in twilight’s glow, they’d gather ‚round,
with folktales told, a timeless sound.
the stars above, like diamonds gleam,
an orchestra of dreams they’d dream.

on bad ischl’s realm, elizabeth knew,
her heart, her spirit, pure and true.
amidst the world’s events so dire,
her haven was a place of fire.

fifty’s history, tapestry book,
marked battles fought and fears that shook.
yet, james dean found his break in light,
a rise in beacon’s call, paved way or rushing flight.

but albert einstein’s wisdom, a warning deep
of nuclear war’s dread, secrets to keep.
in disguised arms of quite town, she felt secure,
a respite from the world’s unending quest allure.

in zauner café, stories told,
of days of past and love of old.
a legacy they would impart,
in every beat of elizabeth’s heart.