Sulzfeld
Church bells of Sulzfeld gently toil,
Their melody ringing over the fields.
The gently rolling countryside,
Vineyards abundant amongst lush greens.
A patchwork of red brown and grey,
White brick walls, the town they make.
Sapphire skies and emerald lands,
And the ruins atop the hill they stand.
An ancient castle, once was mighty,
The town, the lands, it shall protect.
But time conquers all, it always has,
Ravensburg Castle began to crumble.
All that's left of it today,
A tower remains, still standing proud.
Eager visitors can choose to climb,
To see the magnificent countryside.
Its share of wars, Sulzfeld has seen,
Battle of Cyriakus, it was a win.
But the Swedes damaged it twice,
The 30 Years War, it wasn't kind.
Earls of Castell and Henneberg,
And Margrave Achilles,
They fought but failed,
To conquer Ravensburg and Sulzfeld.
Today it sits pretty, bustling and bright,
7 villages in the distant countryside.
Take a stroll along the lush grape vines,
Or climb the tower, oh behold the sight!
