ISBN 1 921008 47 4
Our ancestors diligently toiled Prussia’s soil for more than two hundred years. They loved and defended it with a heavy toll on their lives.
Prussia itself was officially erased from the map in 1945 but never from our hearts, blood and souls although it now belongs to Poland and Russia respectively.
Always we’ll remember that rich and fertile land with its clear streams which teamed with fish, its deep, dark forest’s where Elk and other wildlife roamed freely and many different kind of mushrooms and berries of all kind grew plentiful, but most of all we remember how it all started with its wealth of amber along the coastline that brought about the birth of Prussia. And still the Baltic Sea gives freely of its Gold; despite the carnage it had to endure during WWII.
Now there are other languages spoken, but whenever I go there I can still feel the ghostly spirits of my ancestors comfortingly enveloping me, hear the wind murmur the old songs that spelled the magic of Prussia:
Land of the deep forests
Lakes so crystal-clear
Over lush, green meadows,
Magic lights appear.
Burly farmers stride
Behind plough and horse,
Over endless skies
Birds rejoice their course.
And the sea keeps singing
Her choral melody
Elk’s stop still and listen
Into Eternity.